the first ever

Technically that's not true. I have blogged before, but it's been years. And as I recall, a lot of it was mostly rubbish. Anyway. I decided to blog as a means to practice before I actually start writing in the novel. You know when a photographer is starting out his session, he starts clicking away—but then ends up throwing out the first five pictures? The object of his shooting hadn't warmed up yet, in fact he hasn't warmed up yet either. 

Same thing. These blogs are meant to get me warmed up. In the off chance that anyone will actually read any of this, I'll try to keep my warm up sessions interesting. I confess that mostly all of it will be centered around the novel, what I'm working on, what I should be working on, but haven't yet due to explicable reasons like laziness or fear of rejection. Blah, blah. I already feel like I'm rambling.

To the point then. I am on page 212 of the novel, having started in the last days of August. I'm almost at the climatic scene, or I would be, if it weren't for the fact that this scene hasn't turned out to be climatic. I am missing something here. And unfortunately this "missing" entity needs to show up at some point or else this scene will be positively frightful.

I'm also job hunting. Have I mentioned this yet? Yes, like every second person in this country I am looking for means to support myself. I graduated from the University of Central Florida with degrees in Creative Writing and History and am presently flummoxed as to what I'm supposed to do.

I used to live in New York when I was 21. Back when I was immature and naive, hopelessly believing there was some spot for me in the big wide world of publishing. Four years later, guess I'm still those same things, as I've somehow retained a hope that maybe there is this little vacancy, at either a literary agency or publishing house that will want my talents. Providing I have them, talent that is.

Oh yes, and I'd love to be a storyteller.

I'm wondering if there is anything else I could possibly include before I write. Amazing how I think about writing all day, but when the time comes I somehow find ways of killing that special time. Like job hunting (admittedly this is a real necessity) or playing on facebook, or even more inane, trying to figure out how'd I look as a cartoon character.

Yeah, I guess it's time. Today I'm working on my character's emotional arcs and skipping the climatic scene for now. I'm hoping the more depth I include before that scene, the truer it will read once I write it.

Anyway, can't hurt to try.