Many moons ago (November 2011, to be more precise), I decided to participate in NaNoWriMo. For those who don’t know, that stands for National Novel Writing Month and the idea is that you write a 50,000 word novel in a month. I did that and my novel sat somewhere around 50,200 words for a few years, then 50,950 words for a few more till I picked it back up and starting writing again in June 2018. I was prompted to do so by a close friend who had been reading my novel back in 2011, she let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted me to finish writing it so that she could find out how it ended!
The inspiration for the story came from a song that I heard at the time but had been released a few years earlier. It got me thinking about what would happen if you met and fell in love with a rock star, I mean, it can’t really be an easy life. So I started to write the story of Ariana and Gabriel. The book is set two years after Ariana ended their relationship. She finds herself at one of their concerts and through the course of the evening, she reminisces about their time together and how their relationship began and ultimately ended.
It’s been an interesting experience writing a novel. There were definitely some chapters that I found easier to write than others. For me, personally, I found that I needed to write and tell the story from start to finish. I had one particular “scene” in my head for the last seven years. It happens right near the end of the book and so many times I just wanted to get that scene written down. I knew that if I did, though, I would have no incentive to write the bits I needed to write in order to reach it.
So for seven years if I have been struggling to get to sleep, I would play that scene in my head. Eventually, the day came to write it out and I did…then nothing. I had no idea how to end this book now that I’d written out that scene. I had been writing pretty madly since I started writing again so I took a weekend away from it. Last Sunday night I did a yoga meditation class and in the middle of the class, it came to me. I knew exactly how to end the book and it just wasn’t how I’d expected to end it.
Sometimes I’ve found when writing the book that the characters and story will take you places that you don’t expect. One particular chapter I had intended to be this steamy, sexy chapter. I wrote it out and spent half the time crying while writing it instead! It turned out that my characters were more interested in having a deep and meaningful than sexy shenanigans, go figure.
I’m feeling pretty fricking proud of myself for finishing this thing. I’ve taken this story that was in my head and turned it into a novel, something readable that hopefully other people will enjoy as much as I do. At the very least, I know I’ll always have one fan in Becky who was delighted to finally read the ending! 😉