I’ve always written for myself, for fun. I wrote my first story when I was seven years old. It was called “Baron of the Skies” and it was a historical novel about the Red Baron and the deadly missions he would fly from his submarine/aircraft carrier.
My second story was called “John,” written when I was seven also. It was about this guy, and his name was (you guessed it,) John. John invented a cure for a deadly tropical disease that he derived from the shrunken heads of a cannibal tribe.
Then he got the disease and before he was ready he had to try it out on himsefl. It cured his disease but it dissolved his skull and shrunk his head and he died saving humanity.
This story was inspired by art class where we carved apples into faces and let them dry out so they looked like shrunken heads.
I’ve been writing ever since.
When I was in College I toyed with the idea of becoming a writer but decided that I actually needed to feed myself, so I went into a career that would make me money.
I still write all the time though.
For the most part I post my crap here, and from the support that I’ve recieved from my writing I feel inspired to try and see if I can’t do this thing.
I couple of problems though. First I don’t have the slightest idea how to go about writing something for publication and getting it published. Second is the way I write. I really have no idea what I’m doing. My writing goes like this: Something stews in the back of my head without really any shape or form and then I sit down for a while and type. When I’m done I hit “submit,” of if I feel like it I proofread.
The stuff that seems to work the best and that people seem to like is the stuff that is most spontaneous. As soon as I know what’s going to happen or what I’m going to write, it’s no longer worth writing anymore.
I’ve started two novels and gotten pretty far with them, and then just stopped. I knew the rest of it, and once I knew the rest actually writing it was work. When it’s work the writing isn’t very good. When it’s fun it is.
This also happened on the board with a thread “Ewes Sluts” which I was having fun with in serial fashion for a while. I got about half way through, knew how the rest of it turned out, and it wasn’t fun anymore. Worse, when I was writing new parts they weren’t particularly good, because I was merely reporting on something that already happened. The good stuff seems to be happening in my mind as I’m writing it.
So, the problem is how do I discipline my writing without inflicting tedium and hence mediocrity on to it?
Should I try to do another novel, or just try to put a bunch of short essays together?
How do I go about finding somebody to give me money and publish something?