70476

It’s just a number, I know, but 70476. Really? Seventy thousand, four hundred and seventy six? Jesus. That’s 70476 words that have been pulled from my head, typed up at night and strung together to tell a story that first glistened in my mind in 2005.

I have never before committed so much of a book to paper. Never before gotten this far without giving up. Never even really considered that I was capable of finishing a book, let alone come this far on the journey to possibly achieving just that. And you know what? I haven’t even finished! There’s more to write and, better still, I actually want to write it! I don’t want to give up, even though Chapter Six nearly killed me, even though my writing’s been poor lately, even though I’m constantly tired from writing till 2am - my optimal writing time, according to my productivity notes.

The ten year old in me - the first Vixx incarnation to commit a story of her own fabrication to a notebook - is jumping up and down, overjoyed, cheering me on. (She’s been leaping about and cheering me on for twenty-two years now - her knees must be shot). And even if this fucking book never touches a printing press, I don’t care - for now, finishing a book, proving that I can do it, and showing that it’s never too late to pursue a dream? That’s enough for me right now - even if it makes me want to puke from the sticky sweet sentimentality of it all.

Posted on 25th May, 2008 at 12:55 am |

Add a Comment