writing my first (complete) novel
m. werneburg, 2008
Once upon a time, I sat down to write a novel. It was a project that would take more than seven years to complete.
It's been an amazing experience, and a big part of my life. While very rewarding, I learned a lot of difficult lessons along the way.
This is a small set of brief articles designed at conveying what the experience was like for me, and my recommendations on writing. This advise is geared toward anyone who is interested in writing their own book.
(In which I leave the final word to someone else.)
If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up, I would be crazier than I've been on this trip. I know very few things I'd take seriously any more. I'd certainly be less hygenic...
I would take more chances, I would take more trips, I would scale more mountains, I would swim more rivers, and I would watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it all over again, I'd have many more of them, in fact I'd try not to have anything else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of my day. If I had it to do all over again, I'd travel lighter, much lighter than I have. I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and I'd stay that way later in the fall. And I would ride more merry-go-rounds, and catch more gold rings, and greet more people and pick more flowers and dance more often.
If I had it to do all over again - but you see, I don't.
-Jorge Luis Borges