Once upon a time I had a story to tell. It took me two years to tell that story and I’d never taken so much joy in anything before.
If you’re a writer, you can probably relate.
I was an amateur, I was ignorant in the field of writing fiction. Not in a bad way. More in the high-apple-pie-in-the-sky-hopes kind of way. And I enjoyed every minute of it.
When I finished that book, I sought to further my knowledge of fiction. And that’s when the wild fire began. I spent two years of nothing but research. Researching fiction, writing, grammar, history, and what works for other authors. I learned a lot. I’ll admit it, shamefully…I’ve learned more from teaching myself in the last two years than what high school and college combined had failed to teach me.
I learned plot, characters, storylines, climaxes, backstory, Mary Sue, the oxford comma, theme, structure, antagonists, protagonists, stereotypes, goals, motivations, dialogue, outlining, setting, style, and the ever elusive symbolism. And that’s just skimming the tip top of the aspects of fiction. Of what you need to know to make it in this business…
Of what I failed to carry out for years.
During my research there were many times I attempted to write a novel.