Still fighting the same case of Writer’s Block, but thinking as well. I received my copyright certificate two days ago, and must say that I am quite pleased. It is lovely to see my name the paper – official documentation of authorship.
Yesterday was my nineteenth birthday, and Sarah took me to lunch and the Book Cellar (where I have been wanting to go for quite some time now). While in the bookstore, I came across a book titled Jacob Have I Loved. Naturally I had to get it, because I watched the movie when I was little, and had of late been trying and failing to find it again. I just finished reading the book, and my! if that book has won any awards, it deserves each and every one. How is it that the author managed to capture the thoughts of the main character almost effortlessly? If I had that ability…oh, I don’t even know. I cannot say how grateful I would feel. I am moved in some way by almost every novel that I read, and this one was no exception. Yet it captured me in a way that I have not been captured since first finishing Wuthering Heights. I know it sounds a bit odd, but there is something about change in books, and the passage of time that tugs so ruthlessly at my heartstrings. Reading the end of the book, I kept replaying in my mind the earlier scenes – the one that played the loudest was (for some reason) the scene where Sara Louise and Call were sneaking around the Captain’s house. Such a change from this point to the end.
So, my reason for spilling out my infatuation with this book is my desire to dominate every corner of my characters’ minds, and put what I find into words. I want to give Argent this same kind of life. These realistic thoughts, these credible motivations. I have enough to carry the novel as it is, but I want more – I want the novel to sail on the words, and strike meaning and wonder into hearts. It’s where the act of writing lifts off from entertainment and soars on significance. It’s not an easy act. I know it takes work, and I realize that it rarely come effortlessly. Do I have the devotion? Do I have that necessary mind to entwine something great into my words? All I can do is try. At the end, I’ll be able to step back, take a look, and then I’ll tell you on what scale I have succeeded – if any.
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