The Beginning

I've been in a state of mental paralysis for the last two weeks. Since firmly deciding to begin writing my novel, I have been too afraid to start. I'm afraid that all of the work that I put into creating it will be for nothing.

I've had a little pep talk with myself, and decided to follow the advice of someone who is already an established author of romance novels: "Don't think, just write."

My novel is heavily based on medical knowledege, of which I have none. I began researching, and found that there are a number of ways that I could attack my story. Which is when the mental paralysis set in. I've even shared my fears with other people, hoping that by voicing them, I overcome them. Apparently not.

Today I heard those words of advice in my head again and decided, "Bugger it, I'm just going to get into it."

I'll focus on the minor details later. It's the main story that needs to be complete. I'll still do a little research on the way, but not too much that my novel becomes more of an assignment than a labour of love.

Today's short stint of typing has seen 641 words set down. I've got a few gaps here and there, but I don't care. Right now, all I'm focused on is getting as much of the story threshed out as possible. I don't want my innate talent with words to go to waste.