For over five years I have sat on the idea of writing a book. My feeling was always that the story is not over yet, there is more to come. Even when I was approached by a few publishers, I didn’t believe the time was right. Besides, this story (and, modestly speaking, my writing) holds the power to attract competing offers.
Turns out, I still don’t know if it’s right — timing-wise, that is — but will there ever really be one? So, after many months of mulling it over in my mind, I made a decision.
I’ll write it next year. Let me clarify… I’ll write my first book next year. The way I see it, I have at least three books that could be written.Before I sit down and type a single word, I need to create an environment to do this in. A place where I can step away to write with minimal interruptions… well, as minimal as possible. Fortunately, I have a perfect location in my house. It’s a room on the main level that has served many functions over the years. It began as a living room, then an office, then Ryan’s hospital room, then Sue’s office, and then Kari’s storage area (as it exists today). Ambitiously, this should happen before the calendar flips to 2015.
I want to do this right. So, my plan is to completely clear everything from the room. Hell, maybe even give the walls a fresh coat of paint. The problem with creating this blank slate is two-fold though. First, another place needs to be found to put all the existing furniture, decorations, and storage boxes. That’s challenging enough. Second, and worse yet, I need to make time to do it! That’ll be a problem, for sure. Before I begin creating the space there is one more item I’ll absolutely need… a set of doors to allow isolation (except for a live audio/video feed to Ryan’s room).
To the extent possible, I must shut-off the outside world when I sit down to write. Sure, these doors are meant to separate me from distractions, but I know that I need them to hide behind. A barrier to protect when the emotions rip me to shreds. As much as it will deeply hurt as I write, it is important to cry in despair and boil in anger.
To let any, and every, emotion swell and burst… without inhibition.