Now, I'm not saying greedy, like miserly money grubbers, or stealing candy from a baby greedy friends. No, I'm talking about those "greedy" friends that are trying to get their hands on the first copy of your novel so they can be the first person to read your work. Yeah Nyx, talking about you.
I've been kicking around my novel "Return to Eternity" for awhile. I keep tweaking details and writing, re-writing, re-re-writing the opening so it's just right. This novel has been my baby since I had a nightmare about evil goo eating men and turning them into monsters three years ago. Of course the first person I told about my bad dream turned inspiration was my BFF, Nyx. Her words hit me hard the minute I told her I wanted to write this novel; "You better finish this one, Mysse!"
Ouch! That kinda stung like a verbal bitch slap. I mean, I've been writing stories since I was six and it's been my passion, but I tried to keep it on the underground. Mostly because my family really couldn't care less what crazy things I was writing about and because, well I never let anyone really read any of my work. I'm loud and boisterous around my friends, but deep down I'm just a shy, insecure girl that isn't always sure if she's ever been 'good enough'. But to hear from my best friend that I had to actually finish writing at least one of my wild stories? That was a wake up call.
So I've been pounding away at every detail of RtE. This is my epic, maybe not my master piece, but definitely my best saga. And after 3 years, and almost 2 of those 3 was spent battling writer's block, I have the final plot line for Return to Eternity.
Yeah, I know that's like a really dumb place to be. 3 years and all you have if a finished plot line? Hear me out. All the images, all the words and characters have been kicking around my head, some working, some crashing, but they've all been jumbled up in there waiting to get out. So I have over 200 pages of notes alone about things I want in the story, character designs, places, descriptions, and motivations. Let me tell you, sorting through 200 pages of garbled ideas about how a character's motivations that I wrote at 4 in the morning back in 2007 is like trying to figure out if the chicken came first, the egg, or the ameba that then evolved into the aquatic animal, which then became an amphibian, and that became the naked mole rat.
What I'm ranting about is that it's been a long evolution of ideas into a final package. This final plot line, which I keep in a special journal, is my final say on what stays and what goes, so I can finally write my rough draft of this baby that has taken me 3 long years to birth.
Which brings me to my greedy friends motives. Any one can plainly see my mind and hands run about as fast as my mouth, and just like my mouth, often screws up what I'm trying to say and I end up looking like an idiot. So whenever I have something really important I have to do, I go running to my beloved Nyx. Because I always cheated off of her in language arts. I mean, hell yes, I can use the English language like a whiz! I am a brilliant writer, but my grammar and spelling is that of a dense 12 year old... if that! So Nyx, my super speller, is my favorite little red pen wielding super hero to run to in times of need. And that's why I dropped in conversation the other day that I really needed an editor to look over RtE when I have the rough draft typed up, which should be about a month and a 1/2 time from now. (Keep your fingers crossed 'cause I'm still trying to get into college, so I might get distracted and not finish as soon as expected.) And my great, wonderful Nyx jumped at the chance to read my story because my greedy, greedy little editor wanted to be the first to read Return to Eternity, the story she inspired me to finish.
So here we are Nyx. I'm only a short time away from actually completing one of my novels, and you're the one that made it happen for me. Thanks for always believing in me!
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