The first edit,
I am going to be hiding names for now. I do not want to
offend people; but really, the only people I know that read this blog right now
are close relatives or close friends.
I should or could go on about other things first. The first
write, the first page. How I got where I am, how I created the story, and yadda
yada. But I prefer to take this root. As you already have your own story, you
know what it must take to get to this certain points. I went through 17 reimagining
of my story- no joke, and to take you through all 17 I would have to list all
of my main protagonist’s names first. Kit, James, Kid….. And so on. Those edits
are important. What’s kind of crazy is the one person name that did not change was
Calico’s name. Off topic here, sorry.
The
first edit was really an adventure. The huge journey I went on to get to just
one person to read the first Chapter, and help me get ideas. I got reject from
schools, teachers, famous authors, friends, family members, and even a ninja
that was dressed up like the siding of a building. They kept saying they have
no idea how to publish; how to start editing. Luckily, I found someone that
would help me.
See
when I first came up with the story I wanted I was so excited, but I failed an
English. The first time I tired getting an idea on where to start this
publishing of my book I sat down for a meeting for two hours to talk to someone
for about three minutes. She told me about her mentor that helped her in her
class. I talk to him, and he blew me off right away. Saying that I crazy, and
pretty much never going to make it because there’s no way to get in.
I got
lucky! I had found a way to get an hour sit down time with an author! I had a
chance for a famous author to sit down and read it with me, but after half an
hour, I only got to sit down and joke with him. He did not point out any flaws
in my story, he just said to keep on writing. So now what?
Then I meet my mentor.
A
teacher I knew told me to talk to someone. She knew I was having issue with
starting my book in the proper way. So she pointed me to someone. My mentor.
It was
in a class room we meet. I kept asking who this women was to each person, and
assuming each person the entered the room would be her. They all laughed, and
said no; however, she know who I was, and greeted me instead. That day was
wonderful. We went through the first page, and the first chapter. I still have
her notes, all of them, in a blue binder from that day. This was it, and I knew
than I was an Author. You've heard if it before.
The spark.
The rapper Eminem sings that you only get one
shot, y’know, that song from his movie 8
Mile. I’m being simple here, and I am talking about how people all have
dreams. But you’ve got to have that dream, you see what I mean? You've got to
be crazy about it. Can you lose hope? NEVER! Life’s too short to be sane, and
get some real job that just pays your bills. You’ve got to go fully into it. Be
a Funky Bozo, who care if you get embarrassed that someone reads your story. ‘Cause
you’re only given a petite trigger of fantasy…and if you misplace that, drop
it, or lose it. You’re nothing. You are not just one more person texting on
cell phone on how much your day job sucks.
You are
an Author. Say it to yourself! Make a book cover of your book, and place it on
your desk to prove you are. Open your writing tools each day, and read them to
remind yourself you an Author. KEEP DOING IT!
The
first edit is a must!
My mentor-I tell her that she is, has taken my story
leaps ahead of what I would it could be! This would have never of happen
without her. She encourages me, she even told me that no one she knows has
gotten this far, and a lot of people would have given up by now. Not me. I am
trapped in my fantasy. I look at my first edit of my story and tell myself, “I
can now stay that one other person has read my story.” As my Mentor would say:
Keep writing Lucas. I’m reading.
I’ll
keep writing.
So one day the world will know that I am an Author. I will have
my dream.
And so will you.
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