Wednesday, June 8, 2011
So You Think You Can Dance?
For me, starting a book is a little like dance lessons. First there's the awkward stage. Like you're not sure yet if you even want to hold your partner's hands. Sure, you showed up for the lessons because you want to dance--you love the idea of dancing--but you're still feeling like you have two left feet. You desperately want to get to that stage when you can dance your way across the floor with little effort but you are far from that stage, my little chickadee.
I can usually can whip out a first chapter pretty quickly because I'm excited about my shiny idea, the hook, but then after that's cranked out I stare at my laptop screen and go, "Oh, sh*t! Now what?" It would help if I liked to outline but I have a total medically diagnosed outline phobia. Seriously. I blame a certain English college professor for that.
So I've got this cool idea, an idea of what my book could look like, and I'm raring to grab it and let it whisk me away. Unfortunately I'm stepping all over my own toes at this point.
Baby steps, right?