Like many people, one of my big dreams is to write a novel and to see it published. Ever since I was a little girl I've wanted to write; but I never realised it was an actual career. Authors were just names on the front of covers, they weren't real people.
It wasn't until I was eighteen, bedbound and having Mum read books to me that I realised that I really wanted to write my own novel. I got so frustrated by a really bad story about a teenage detective who worked as a life guard that I decided then and there that I could do better and that one day I would.
For a long time the dream has been hovering in the background, a one day goal; but this year I decided it was a now goal and it was time I made it happen.
So September is officially First Draft Finishing Month.
It shouldn't be that hard - I've completed NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) twice and even done Camp NaNoWriMo; but sitting down in front of my computer this morning was so scary. When you decide to stop putting off your dream and start making it a reality you suddenly become incredibly insecure and wonder why it is you want it in the first place.
A short amount of procrastination later and I was typing rapidly away and loving seeing the story unfold. I have a feeling this process is going to bring up lots of emotional things and real world challenges; but I'm committed to making it a reality.
I've finished my first novel while enjoying copious amounts of chocolate and cake.