How to write a book: Long bouts of writing, and even longer bouts of not writing. The urgency of an idea doesn’t necessarily create a fast piece of work.
When I first started writing this project, there was an underlying intensity driving me to finish it quickly. And when I laboriously got to the end a year later, I realized I needed to write it again. And again. Making it better each time, hopefully.
Writing a novel was a dream, and now the prospect of sharing it with the world, is a necessary part of the circle.
If a story is told in the woods, and no one hears it, does it exist? I’m not sure it does.
Storytelling to me, is a collaboration, the storyteller shares and the listener hears the version that makes them feel seen, heard, offended or entertained.
The storyteller must let their story go and be whatever it will become for others. Good, bad, indifferent.
I’m getting closer to the letting go of my story, the characters, the world, and the themes I have been thinking over. It feels bittersweet.
Alas, there are still so many more stories to tell.