I see that I’ve made a mistake – I posted the first “process” post as a page instead of a blog post. So it’s showing up in fourth place, but it was meant to be first place. Sorry about the mix up!
To begin. From looking around the last few days since starting this blog, I see a number of blogs by wannabe writers like myself, so perhaps I’m not the only person interested in the process of writing and what happens when you put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). I’ve thought about writing all my life, mainly because I love reading. In fact saying that I love reading feels a little bit like saying that I love breathing. Everyone else in my family was pretty much the same way. We spent a lot of time reading companionably together, and I think my siblings and I were in our late teens before we discovered that other kids’ parents tried to get them to read more, while ours had always been after us to put the books down and go do something else.
But… what would I write? Write what you know, they say. What did I know? It didn’t feel like I knew much of anything that I could spin into something to write about! Write what you like reading, they say. What do I like reading? Spy novels, mysteries, YA lit, fantasy, science fiction… Ok, I could start to narrow down the options.
Around this time my partner got me my first Kindle, with all of the Game of Thrones books that were out then. I fell in love with reading all over again. Ok, I’d never fallen out of love with it, but wrist problems meant I had a hard time holding my favorite kind of book, one with lots of pages. Forget hardcovers. Here was a lightweight Kindle that had a cover with its own light that was always at just the right angle – I couldn’t put it down.
Writing ideas began to crystallize. I recalled books I’d loved as a kid. The We Were There series. Enid Blyton. The Boxcar Children. “Children of the Resistance,” by Lore Cowan. The Black Stallion books. What I couldn’t get enough of were books about faraway places. I’ve been fascinated by the alluring sparkle of “anywhere I’ve never been before” ever since I can remember. Travel to new places has always been irresistible.
In 2014 we took a vacation trip. I bought a little touristy knick knack. After we returned home, I was playing with it a bit, and it came apart in my hands. It was easy to put back together, but I noticed a slip of paper inside it, so I took a closer look. There was nothing on it but some light colored printed designs. Why was it even there? What if…
That’s how it all started. I’ve been answering “What if” questions ever since. What if that slip of paper was a treasure map? What if someone had written “Help!” on it? What if I wrote a series of children’s mysteries, and each adventure/book took place in a different country?
So here we are. I’ll be recording my own process, and progress, and I’d love to hear from others. People who may recognize themselves in what they read here, or who react with “What?? That’s not the way it happened for me!” or anything in between! Thanks for reading.