Yesterday, I started a project. The Big One. I’ve started to write a book.
It sounds so pretentious when I put it out there like that. “Look at me, how fancy I am. A book!” But, really, it’s a big step for me. People have told me that I should write a book for years, and I’m finally buckling down to do it.
I have Jenny Han to thank, when it comes down to it. Last week, I read To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before and P.S. I Still Love You, and it hit me: My Idea. (Any writer knows that, in order to write a story, it has to be Your Idea. The right one. Most authors say that you can’t wait for inspiration to strike; you simply sit down and have an idea. But I find that the Big One, the major premise, has to come from somewhere before I can start a major project. Call me an amateur.) It’s been in my brain forever, germinating like a good little idea seed. But Han’s books helped it come to life, blooming into its current half-cocked form.
I already know what at least one of my major challenges will be. I am writing a romance (cue gagging), but I have always had trouble writing boys. There’s one scene in particular (no spoilers) that I know is going to be pivotal, and it hinges on the boy’s reaction. Thankfully, that scene isn’t until late in the plot; I’m still spitting out the beginning. I’ve drafted the roughest of outlines to get me from point A to point Z, and I fully intend to blow it apart in time. (This may even turn into a trilogy like Stephanie Perkins’!)
And it’s going to take a very long time.
Wish me luck!