Anybody who knows me will know that I like writing. Those who know me a little better, might also be aware that I’m currently writing a book.
If you just rolled your eyes, shook your head, or gave a tiny exasperated sigh, I don’t blame you. After all, it’s not exactly an original ambition, is it? Every other day I seem to come across another person who wants to pen a novel – or who is already doing so. I certainly can’t claim that my situation is unique. But I am serious. I have around 25,000 words so far, and I’m determined to make something of it.
Why then, you might ask, am I spending precious time writing a blog? Well, a few years back, when I realised that this ambition wasn’t simply going to fade away, I decided that I needed a deadline. Something to work towards. My chosen goal? To have a completed manuscript before the age of 22.
At the time, it seemed quite reasonable. But since then, the days, months, years seem to have passed at an alarming rate. I’ve still been writing – of course I have – but I haven’t made nearly as much progress as I’d have liked. And time is running out. Last month I turned 21, which means I now have less than a year to reach my target. Will I manage to do it? I have absolutely no idea. By starting this blog and publicising my challenge, I’m very much hoping I’ll be spurred on to give it my all. But being completely, 100% honest, I still don’t know whether I’ll make it. The only thing I do know is that I have to try.
(Of course, I do realise that writing is, in many ways, the easy part. Trying to get a book published is a whole other challenge. But one thing at a time.)