How I became a writer (3) – The right time

Over the next few years, I continued to develop the story in my mind. One book became three, three became five and in the end, when everything was in place, Afaris became a ten book series, all stored in my mind, all the main events, all the connections, characters, plots and so on. Not one word written on the paper.

In the summer of 2015, when I was 20 I took a job as a real estate broker. It was fun and interesting, but not very rewarding. In September, when I had to get back to university I quit my job. I was sad, but it was the best choice. As I was sitting in the office on my last day, I was talking with a colleague that asked me: “So, what are you going to do now?”. I told him, without hesitation: “I will start writing.” I don’t know why I told him that. I did not plan to start writing, but I guess my subconscious told me what to say and what to do next. For the next few months, I read all I could find about writing, about publishing, tips and tricks, the ups and the downs. I even bought some books about writing and I had a very pleasant surprise while reading them: I knew every information that was in there. I never studied something like this before, but somehow, the story that was in my mind, Afaris, respected every writing rule from those books. All except one. While writing a book you need to make some schemes, portraits of the characters and the plots. Since Afaris is a complex world where everything is connected through the ten books, including the puzzle pieces, all of these had to have a scheme written down. I never did it. Never wrote a single world (except names, I always forget names). The whole story is in my head, perfectly planned.

That year, in November I started writing Afaris again for the third time. It took me three months to write down the first four chapters. They were never good enough. I think I wrote them at least five times. This was very demoralizing, but I kept on going. One day I got really drunk and started to write them again. The next day I read them with a clear mind and realized what I had to do. Just take them as they are, modify them where I want, make a few changes and just go on with the story, so I did. In the next three months, I wrote down all the remaining chapters. In the last day, I wrote the last eight chapters in one 16 hours long session. I started writing at 4 in the afternoon and finished at 8 in the morning.

When I finished writing, I went out on the balcony and looked at the sky, same as the last time. I was very proud of myself and very tired. I thought: “Is this good enough? Will anyone want to read it? Will it ever see the shelves of a library?”. The answer that I gave to me was the best I could think of: “It doesn’t matter. Afaris is my story and I wrote it for me. I will write all the ten books, whether they will be read by one million people or just by myself.”

Thus I started to read the book, spellcheck it, arrange the story in the places it lacked, but also to see how good it is. As I read it, I fell in love with it, as a writer. I knew that it was my book, my story, I knew what was going in the entire book (and in the whole series), but reading it captivated me. When I reached plot chapters, I continued to read, captivated, intrigued by the story, as if it was not mine. Then I realized that this was the start of my writing career.

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