The One

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I’ve had the opportunity to meet and talk with some interesting people over at About.me.  I think it’s a wonderful place to connect with so many talented and creative minds; humanitarians and musicians, artists and authors, journalists and fashion designers, photographers and travelers, the list goes on and on.  I was recently asked a ‘deep-thinking’ kind of question by one of those individuals that got me wondering about “The One.”

No, not ‘the one’ true love.  Not ‘the one’ that got away or even ‘the one’ time of regret….

The One project we all have that seems to mean more to us than any other.  As a writer, I’m proud and protective of all of my works, I love each and every one of my characters; hero or villain.  But, I do have one story that goes deep.  I started writing it when I was only 18 years old and since then it has changed drastically, it has evolved, grown like a child to incorporate immeasurable veins, characters, back stories, sub-stories, agendas, plot twists… I can’t even describe how full this story is now and that it spans generations gives you somewhat of an idea.  Completed, it would be about six or seven full-length novels.

The thing is that I don’t feel confident in my ability to write it.  Yes, I just said that.  I know that it’s my baby, that it was spawned from the mysterious inner workings of my own questionable psyche, but the story itself (in my 100% biased opinion) is Epic Fantasy worthy.  Unfortunately, I’m hardly the Grand Master of that genre.  I write plotted porn for crying aloud – Oh, sorry, it’s called Erotica… and while I don’t have any insecurities regarding my ability to weave an epic tale, I know I’m a far cry from Tolkien, Zimmer-Bradley, Lackey or Brooks.

The question posed to me was “What would you chance, if you knew you would not fall?”

I would chance finishing that series and submitting it to a publisher, because I believe in the story.  I believe in the characters having a chance to be heard and loved and hated by people other than myself.  But I can fall.  I can fail and it’s not the publishing part that scares me.  I’m afraid of it getting published without being at its fullest potential.  I’m afraid of failing the story and those beloved characters with my inability to put to paper the words necessary to do them the proper justice.

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5 thoughts on “The One

  1. Hello there my good friend, I can’t say that I am surprised by your fears; every artist has them. I am on pins and needles but, Happy Pins and Needles as I get closer to releasing my self-published Horror anthology. I am reviewing with editors, learning more about the writing craft and particularly, my genre. I look at my book cover and I am so proud. But you know what? I may fail. But at least I can say I walked on the journey and I did not fall because I completed it.
    Get started my sweet friend. There, how’s that for a kick in the motivation pants!

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  2. I believe I was given the honor and privilege to read that particular story you penned as young writer at the tender age of 18. Although it was in it’s infancy when I met and fell in love those characters I could not put it down. I know I asked you (possibly begged at some point) to keep the story going. I wanted more. Even though years (I won’t say how meany) have gone by since I read what you had just begun. I remember it!!! I keep hoping that one day I will be able to read that story once again with all the ins outs ups downs back stories plot twists and what have you that will come with it. Even if they turn out to be six or seven long ass novels PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU bring that story out and share it with us!!!!!

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    • LOL. No worries, lady, I am already working on getting that series into the open – I’m so happy to see you here! And thank you, as always, for your years and years of continued support! 🙂

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