I’ve started a new piece, which I hope will turn into a novel but who knows what it’ll be. I had the idea for it sitting in my head and on some stowed away piece of paper in a journal, like filled up and stowed away as well but who cares? It was an idea that had been marinating for some time and needs expressing.
I haven’t finished the first novel I’ve been writing because it’s been on pause. I’m trying to finish my collection of short stories which will be the first thing I publish, and will likely be a self-publishing project.
This is all still somewhat new to me. I only began writing in college, well, writing with the intention of being a writer or novelist. It is indeed a journey, a journey I’m willing to take to explore my brain. Things happen every day in our lives and we give little no thought because they are happening to us now.
The first novel I have been writing now seems boring but I feel like I have ti write it and tell the story before I can tell any other story. It needs to get out. I borrowed that way of thinking of my first novel from the late James Baldwin. He was a special writer, poetic, and not much wasted in his writing. Aside from that, I’m losing interest in that story, possibly because I’ve been working on it for too long. Either way, I’ve started something new and am working on multiple projects. I hope ‘m not putting too much on myself.