There is nothing like the feeling of writing the first few words in a new notebook, or the first few sentences in a blank word document. I have never been one of those people that feels intimidated by the emptiness (the intimidation comes somewhere in the middle of the story when I’ve written myself into a corner). I am not quite at the point where I can begin a new story, but that prospect is near and I think that is what has me so excited.
I have been working on The Woes of Ginny Weasley for so long (5 years this coming February). If I had been consistently writing in a notebook the pages would be dog-eared and indecipherable by now. As it is, every time I open that pages document it is like looking at a broken down clunker. It is a laborious task to enter the world and write the story I wanted to. I’ve made it too dark even for myself. But a light is at the end of the tunnel. A nice bright, crisp light: a blank page.
Here’s to 2014 and the promise of a million new, much happier, words.