P2 years ago, I started writing a young adult adventure novel. Those who read the beginning few chapters were excited at the realism, imagery, and direction of the story.
The novel got waylaid by the amazing opportunity I received to write the non-fiction book entitled Pirates of New England: Ruthless Renegades and Rotten Raiders, which was published by Globe Pequot Press in 2017.
Within those 2 years the novel didn’t lay dormant waiting until I was able to continue. Snippets of scenes or dialogue cropped up between daily life, and the non-fiction book. To make sure I wouldn’t forget what flashed through my mind, I’d scramble to grab any writing material I could find and jot down the thought.
It is now 4 months into 2019 and I am about to brush off the story and begin the adventure once again. I am finding it harder than it sounds.
Within that time I have accumulated piles of story notes strategically placed around my office. Some notes are on legal paper; mostly they are hundreds of small scraps of recycled paper and used envelopes from past bills. Some are coherent, but I am finding I now need to decipher the majority of what I wrote.
In my haste not to lose the tenuous story strands that too often vanish completely within seconds of them popping into my mind, I had scribbled them down in an interesting phonetic English.
I had tried to keep character notes, scenes, time frame actions, dialog snippets somewhat organized in those piles. I was not successful. So right now, I am sorting through, reorganizing my scribbles, and puzzling over my imaginative spelling.
Surprisingly, I discovered I have been moving a large portion of the story forward, not in any organized chapter form but in that jumble of small pieces of paper.
It will take me some time to get all into a coherent organized structure. In the meantime, rewriting all the notes is reawakening the story I wanted to read as a child and I am now able to write.
The old writing adage that writers have been touting for years struck me once again, there is no “right way” to write a story. To each his own.
How long until I write the words “the end”? I have no idea. I do know I have to write daily no matter what the word count. I am sure there will be bumps in the road as there always are. Let the adventure begin. Come join me on the journey.