A really long story.
One of the things I did when I stayed home on a break was to write down a story I had wanted to write a long time. I wanted it to be a novel that would make me a writer. Once it was down, however, and I read it with a dispassionate eye (very difficult to do), I realised it just wasn't good enough. It was too personal, too autobiographical, too... boring. It was a coming-of-age story like many you must have read. It was too close to real life, to normal, boring life, to be really interesting.
And then I went back to a full-time job. And loved it as I've never loved doing anything before. And realised, this is it. This is what I'm meant to do. That dream of becoming a writer was just that, a vague dream. I have never enjoyed writing as much as I enjoy this.
So, anyway. There lies the 55,000 word document in my computer, gathering the metaphorical dust. So, I thought, why not share it with you, my faithful readers? (Yes, all three of you.)
But then I thought, do you want to read it? It's ready, but it'll still take me some effort. I'll re-read and edit each chapter as I put it up, and try to polish as I go along. (And with the changes they've made to blogger, even putting up a short post is a pain. It keeps putting in paragraph breaks that I don't want, and that I can't quite eliminate with my inadequate knowledge of html.) If I do put it up, I'll do a chapter every Sunday, so you can read it on the weekend (if you don't have a life - but I'm not judging, I'm the one who works till 11 pm on Fridays), or on Monday, if you're the kind who spends the day reading blogs at work (lucky you!)
So, what do you say? Do you want to read it? Say yes or no, below.