You know how sometimes a story grabs hold of your mind and holds your concentration at ransom until you finally give in and start to write it down? No? Well maybe that’s just me. And it’s happening right now.
I had an idea for a story a long time ago, and I wrote it down in a note on my iPhone, and it fermented a bit, and finally sprouted onto an actual Word document a couple of weeks ago. (I know that was a mixed metaphor. Let’s just go with it; I like the imagery.) What I originally imagined as a short story, though, has grown legs and walked all over my imagination–hey cool, another metaphor!–and as of today I have 8,000 words written and an outline containing 23 major plot events, each of which will take up at least one chapter. If my forecast is correct, getting all the way through my outline should take at least 50,000 words. Oh dear.
What I am saying is that I’ve clearly started writing a novel. Sounds kind of crazy, but I think now is a good time for it. I need something to work towards while I’m job-hunting and making preparations to finalize and defend my Master’s thesis.
It remains to be seen how much time I’ll be able to dedicate to this in the long run, but I’m planning on giving it a shot, and we’ll see what happens. In the meantime, I’ll also be doing the aforementioned job-hunting and thesis-finalizing, along with maintaining FiftyWordStories.com and writing the occasional flash fiction or short story, so I have a pretty full plate, both creatively and otherwise.
Wish me luck!