This Imagination...

 Imagination, it's a powerful thing and I'm not even sure what that means. I mentioned in my first post that I am writing a book. I've done this before but not quite like this time. The manuscript is nearly finished. I've given it to another personal friend to edit as she can. She has the first 6 chapters. I'll be giving her the next in about a week for the rest of the story to edit.

I am taking this whole thing one word at a time not really sure of anything except I can't seem to put it aside. I just keep plugging in words...rather typing word after word. Not too far from 30k total number of words. I can't seem to imagine how I've even done that. The book does have a purpose and is non-fiction. Not sure if I said that in the first post. I know, I can look back but I'm busy writing right now.

I'm learning alot as I go about what I was suppose to do before I actually started the writing part. So in the back of my head I remember there is a novel I started last year and then got lost in all the characters and their relationships with each other and didn't even know where the story was suppose to go or the final outcome. Now, I know I should have had that laid out before I started writing. If this book I'm writing now actually....I mean actually gets published, then I'm going to revisit this other story I'm telling you about and see if I can get it into a reason for being.

This is kinda fun, actually.  I really don't have a lot of other things to do... Oh that's so not true. What I mean is, all the other things I do are busy stuff. Creative, artsy stuff I've been doing all my life. But writing a book??? That's a bit different. A whole lot of bit!

Back to the book I'm on now...finding a way to get it published is different.  Not like going to the grocery store for fresh fruit and picking and choosing the right pieces. This is complicated. I'm having to look up words being used I've never heard of just to figure out what the advertising says.

You know what. I was not a good student in high school. I nearly flunked English, getting by just by a minute. I truly don't know the description of what a verb or a noun or an adjective is. I have to look it up. And the descriptive words used for how to build a good sentence is outside my thinking. The funny/odd thing to me now is that I don't mind at all learning what I should have learned at 16. I find it interesting and "useful"! 

Never to late to learn or to old either.  If this current manuscript actually gets published, what a kick in the head it will be. I will truly be amazed. But that kind of thinking and talk is way up ahead yet. Actually, I might find out if it, the manuscript, is accepted within as little as 4 weeks. Wowzer! Just think, a month ago I had to look up what fiction vs nonfiction meant. It was always confusing. I know what it means now!

Honestly, I have never really been interested in just reading. I read out of necessity and a very few times for pleasure. My oldest daughter amazes me because she is an avid reader and has always been. When she was young, I had to force her to go outside and play, my fear being that she wouldn't know about the reality of life experiences, but only through a book. You know, how to play with others, how to make friends, have a friend, be a friend.

Wait now, don't let this last paragraph cause you to think I'm suddenly going to be in love with books and start reading all the time.  I don't see that happening. Basically I'm a doer not a reader. It's the part about me writing a book that I find so out of sight...

Well, it's not published-yet!  We'll see... but this is so fun!

I'm here, in the cottage until next time. Say...do something different!

Thanks for reading my writing, and check back in a week or two...This is Judy and I'm writing a book!