Written By: Lauren Howard
I have been keeping a secret.
Which is, like, something I don’t do normally.
But for some reason this one makes me feel anxious and self-conscious and presumptuous and and and and and.
The first draft of a book that I WROTE is sitting on my computer.
I’m fighting the urge to tell you all of the things that are wrong with it that make that not a big deal, which is what I’ve done any time I’ve told anyone that it exists.
That’s been a process.
I didn’t set out to write it. It just kind of came out of my hand while I was writing content for another new project and then I just couldn’t stop.
I told myself for literal decades that I could never write a book because I don’t do plot. I’m not here for complex character devices and storyboarding and all of the things that go into fiction. My brain doesn’t work like that. I don’t plan out what I write with any intention that allows for that much forethought. It just comes out.
I tell short snippets. That’s not a book.
What do I even know to put together like that?
And then one story turned into two turned into ten turned into thirty and what I was trying to write went out the window and now this is here instead like it was always the thing that was supposed to be.
I have no plans to do anything with it. I have no next steps.
I’m honestly working through piles of what feels like, shame? I guess? at even having the audacity to think I have a story to tell.
I’m working through the terror of anyone looking at it and having an opinion on it.
It might just sit where it is forever and never get a second glance.
But it is exists and, in so many ways, that’s a win because the only person who ever told me I couldn’t do it was me.
So it’s there. Waiting. Or maybe buried. Or something. Who knows.
But it’s there. And that’s big.
Loveyameanit.
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Can I read it? I promise I will love it.
I have been wanting to write a book, as it turns out. I forgot I love to write. It is a gift to be able to love things.