My Challenge of Writing a New Haxan Novel

I was struggling with how to begin the new Haxan novel and got through that hurdle this morning. I see the opening now and I think I know how it should start. It’s not going to be easy to write, though, but I have to be truthful to the story and at least give it the opening it demands. If it doesn’t work it doesn’t work, and I will have to think of a new way to begin the book.

I told my writing buddy about the main outline for the story and she liked it. She also said I sounded excited about this project. Another friend said the same thing when I told her the idea. I guess that is true. I am looking forward to writing this book because it’s going to be such a challenge. I guess that’s what has me excited the most: the challenge.

It will not be an easy book to write. It’s certainly not like anything I have done to date. So it’s that challenge which has me excited, I think. I want to see if I will measure up, if I have what it takes to write this novel. I think I do or I would not attempt it.

I still have research and stuff to do, but I am now thinking I can do that as I start writing and working on the thing. I never write by schedule. I know that works for some writers but it doesn’t work for me. I write when I am ready to write.

I think I am ready to start work on this book very soon, perhaps within a day or two. All the rest of the story and plot lines are falling into place now. I’m about ready to pull the trigger on this thing.

Yes, I’m excited about this project. I haven’t been excited about a story in a long, long time. It will be interesting to see how long this feeling lasts. But I think if I do a good job this might be a very good story indeed.

I guess we will have to wait and see what the final product looks like and how it all shakes out. Which is about all you can say for any story you start to write, really.

I guess if I have any deep misgivings it’s that I don’t have a title yet. I’m notoriously lousy at titles anyway. Maybe one will come to me later. Hope so.


Conversation with Story: The Heartbreak of First Love, Lost

Me: I’m sorry.

Story: So am I. I wanted it to work out.

Me: I feel I’ve failed you in some way.

Story: No. We both wanted it to work, but it didn’t come together. Hey, it’s not like we didn’t try. Not like we didn’t care.

Me: When I first had the idea of you I was certain we would be happy together. I had never been so sure of anything in my life. I guess…I guess I loved you in a way.

Story: Remember the first couple of days? We were so thrilled and the future was open to us. We were both so sure everything would come up roses. Then it started going off the rails. I couldn’t come together in a coherent fashion, you couldn’t fully realize my form and function as you wrote me. Now it ends like this, all gray and distant, with echoes of sadness.

Me: I really did love you in the beginning. I did. I wanted to do everything I could to make it happen and make you into a fully realizable story. I tried. I really tried.

Story: I know you did. I’m not blaming you.

Me: I feel I am fully to blame.

Story: Well, that’s pretty much true. I take it back. You are to blame.

Me: You know how to make a guy feel swell.

Story: I don’t mean anything bad by it. You made the mistake of trying to write me when I wasn’t ready. Hey, maybe I’ll never be ready. Who knows? Then again, maybe someday you’ll remember me and realize how to fix me. I’ll be waiting around in this trunk if that ever happens. The most important thing is you understand this didn’t work out and now we have to part ways. If you keep tinkering with me you will make both our lives miserable. But no matter what happens I’m always  part of you. No matter where you go I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you again.

Me:  You got that from a movie.

Story: Well, I am story. The truth is, it’s not like I’m really going anywhere.

Me: You’re not?

Story: Of course not, silly. I’m story. I’m eternal. As long as humans exist I will be around. I’ll just show up in some other fashion, dressed in some other genre. Trust me, I’ll be back. You know what? I think I might like to try being a high fantasy novella next time.

Me: Suddenly I feel a little better about things.

Story: Thought that would help.

Me: Hey, I think I have another idea for a new story.

Story: See? I told you I would be back.

The story is eternal.

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