Happy Easter!
Yay! It’s easter and I have just submitted a manuscript
entitled, Heaven.
I had difficulty writing. And even more difficulty editing
what I have written. I practically spent my holy week break doing it and I
couldn’t seem to find the satisfaction in the manuscript – not in the story,
not in the way I told the story. At
first I wasn’t sure why. Then it finally
occurred to me. I was pressuring myself to write according to what I thought
was expected of me rather than going to the heart of the reasons why I write. Because I want to write. Because I want to
tell a story.
I sat down and told myself, forget about everything – all the
techniques, all the writing rules, stop second-guessing yourself, JUST TELL THE
STORY YOU WANT TO TELL.
I wanted to tell the story of this professional, responsible,
self-sacrificing single woman who worked her way to the top and a
self-entitled, playboy bum who only care about 2 things: himself and a
beautiful garden called Heaven. I want
to tell the story of how the two of them, seemingly on the opposite poles could
find each other, love each other, learn from each other and grow with each other.
I wrote for two days, deleting and editing most of what I
have written already.
And finally, the girl who knew only how to love others
learned to love herself as well and the man who seemed to have forgotten how to
love others learned to do so and in so doing, both of them found a
miracle.
The end.
There.
I have written the
story I wanted to tell. It’s now in the hands of the dear editor who will get
to pick the MS in tomorrow’s draw. And
then, it will be in the hands of the readers who in the end will tell if I have
succeeded in telling a good story.
But for now, allow me
to celebrate. I have lost this
storytelling self for a few months. And I welcome myself back.