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By Kim Johnson
Writing your first novel is like going on a journey without a map. You have a boat, but you didn’t bring the food, the water, or in my case– the wine. Your mind ponders if it’s too big a task. But you’re foolish enough to keep going without direction. You find your way. You pick up the items and skills you need as you go. Forging forward. Maybe even find a few friends who are on the same journey. Learn from each other. Share your mistakes. And by the end of the trip you acquire all the skills you need to make another trip.
My writing began one morning when I was sick of making excuses. Like a trip you’ve been dreaming on going to forever, but you keep saying next year. So many stories have floated through my mind that I’ve let go untouched and uncultured. One early morning over a year ago it was time to make that trip. Time to stop the excuses of suffocating my creativity for fear of what others would say. And one day it clicked. I was going to write a novel and I wasn’t going to stop. Not for anything. Not for embarrassment, those that stifle, and the naysayers who smiled but shake their heads in doubt.
A year later the first draft is done. It’s raw and still needs care- but it’s beautiful, perfect, and all the right components to be something amazing.
I look forward to sharing this journey with you and all the secret writers who haven’t been released yet.