Work It In

It’s funny how my original Silent Cacophony book that I wrote in a coil notebook got put away for years but would not die. It stayed with me, even when I thought it was completely lost. And when I thought of starting a blog I knew that it had to have the same title. But after finding my book two weeks ago, I was shocked to see that the coil notebook was indeed the start of this blog.

It kind of reminds me of the original idea I had for my last novel. I wrote a scene that told me exactly what the book was going to be about. I couldn’t seem to start the novel though. It took me a few weeks to get going on it as I cooked the idea some more in my brain.

That original scene didn’t actually come into the novel until I was way into it. It managed to fit nicely into chapter 3. It managed to work itself in.

I always wanted to be a writer. In fact, I considered myself a writer long before I started this blog. I was just a writer that didn’t write. A writer who tinkered around with some horrible poetry and some pretty pedestrian rhymes. A writer who had a novel in him but couldn’t find the time to write it. A writer who was scared to even try.

But the story wouldn’t leave me alone. It was hard to write that first one but the story insisted on being told. It found a way to work in to my life. And I’m glad it did.

I love writing now. I have written quite a few different things since then. And I plan on continuing to write. Writing has managed to work its way into my life just as those original writings in my notebook found their way into my blog.

It’s amazing how things seem to work out, but they always do. It seems like I tried to start this blog a decade too early. Like Barbara, I seemed to be blogging without a blog. Perhaps the timing just wasn’t right. But it looked like I knew what I wanted to do with it. I’m just glad that I finally did it, and I will keep doing it. Silent Cacophony for life!

2 thoughts on “Work It In

  1. Hi Chase,

    First off, thank you for the link love. Haven’t most of us writers been blogging without a blog most of our lives?

    When I think back to grade school, I used to love penmanship. Now I wonder if it was the penmanship I liked, or the writing.

  2. Hey Barbara,

    The funny thing is that I don’t think I enjoyed writing in elementary school. I didn’t really discover that I enjoyed it until university. I miss writing essays. But the blog seems to have replaced that for me.

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