Well, I finally started it. I began writing my story. Not just some filler information to be squeezed in later. Or some details about a plot line I wish to follow. Nope. I started at the beginning. I wrote the opening chapter of my book. At least I started the opening chapter.
And, I must say, I'm pretty happy with how it felt. I haven't gone back to read anything I typed up so far. I don't want to do that. I'm not going to get sucked into the mire of editing as I go. I just want to go. Forward. Far, far forward.
I'm happy with what I've done because, as I was writing it, it felt different than before. It didn't feel as if I had to get everthing just perfect. Or, I had to work within the confines of a set style or pattern of character development. I just started with a basic scene and let the words flow. I remember smiling as I wrote because of how it felt to do it. I also smiled because I was writing some things that were making me laugh. If anyone actually reads my story when it's done, I don't think they will necessarily find what I wrote to be funny. But, I did.
I'm not holding myself to a set number of words per day, week or month. I'm just holding myself to finishing what I started. Not getting discouraged if someone else has already done something similar (which a TV show did, but not in a good way). I just want to have fun. And, hopefully entertain someone else as well.
