Writing is truly a Milestone
Today is 13th Anniversary I penned my first novel, Gratify Lasting Paradise. After I sent my mom away to stay with my brother on my teacher assistant salary I had whole apartment to myself. Few days before my 34th birthday I had one false start and then I stopped writing when #GallaudetU scene went off the story.
Just 4 days after my birthday I had another try and this time I actually pray. Since then #GratifyLastingParadise first draft shaped itself in 3 months and it had accumulated 55,000 words. What a feast! Like Portland cement #GratifyLastingParadise sealed durable and becoming a form its own. Very first time I started believe in myself. With the barrier finally broken down I was able to declare I’m a novelist.
My success in craft of novel writing has to do with plenty of rest. Recalled to story I read in a magazine for writer many years ago, human mind works best when we sleep more than what we normally sleep. What I did was take napping and make sure total sleep hours accumulate more than 11 hours. That article the writer had his eureka moment in the shower.
For that summer I dutifully read “Light in August” by William Faulkner. Inspired by his annual reading on Don Quioxte it helps me wanting to go forward to the end and had somehow reckons the driving force upon the finishing line: the end. And I did!
There was no outline to follow or moment of stalls. I only dread going out getting foods to shop, miss out part of the morning each week. But then I soon discover I likened to stock food and not having to worry what to eat. That was in Summer 2003. I had declined position with Albuquerque Public Schools for summer school. Earlier that school year a teacher, my superior, was displayed audism front of parents, belittling and embarrassed me big time. I resolved not to continue working with that school district.
Over the years people beg me, and still doing so, to go back the workforce. I won’t and I cannot. If I heed anyone advice under my mental protest by give in or cave in to wishes of others they are (and those who are reading this know I referring YOU) guilty of destroying literary value that I store up in my head. What a corrupt this person have committed against me?
Just as I have tweeted, I’m convert 3rd person narrative to 1st person narration. #Somerled is Deaf young adult, confidence but struggled raising his daughter alone as widow. He met #Azucena, just turned 19 but remains confuse and daze in Baghdad-by-the-bay. Together in his narration they “wiggle” all night to the waterfront where they arrive with morning sun radiates with love.
Revamping on its way with my website and put my blog is a priority to stay fresh. Crowdfunding is next. Sometimes this fall 2016. Raise money to pay for professional editing, secures artwork, and then self-publish. Whole adventure should be wrap up by the time Thanksgiving and Holidays 2016.