First, I’d like to say thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed the “Arrondissement.” Your support was an important part of writing this.
Second, I have to admit, this tale was entirely accidental. About a year and a half ago, I wrote “An Appointment” as exercise in description with an absurdist bent. It was not intended to be anything else. Back then I was doing some very short pieces, just to stretch my literary muscles.
Two friends of mine asked me, “What comes next?”
I replied, “Nothing. That’s it.”
They countered with, “You should do more.”
So it began. I built the story, characters, and world, one entry a week. Making it up as I went along.
Some of you are saying, “Yeah, that’s what creating is.”
True enough, but I’ll share a little writer’s theory with you now. There are two schools of thought, in terms of how to write. (I’m sure there are more. But for the purposes of this, lets say just two.)
Here they are. Planners, everything is plotted out in advance with notes and a probably a corkboard with red thread connecting things. And Pantser, AKA seat of your pants, who just let the story unfold as they write.
I’m more of a Pantser, especially with short stories. However, when writing in a novel, I like to have a plan. When I wrote Chosen, I had a very rough outline. It consisted on the characters go here or there. They talk to this person or that person, and so on. Not detailed at all but still, an outline.
I also encourage you to read Chosen, because it’s on this blog and I am very clearly a shames self-promoter.
Perhaps, if you have encouragement, it is possible to create something worth reading. Even if you let your mind wander about an imaginary city with no map in hand. I like to think so and I hope my readers agree.
I can’t recommend you trying to write a novel the way I just did. Then again, what the hell do I know?
Lastly, some thank yous. To the two friends who set me off on this journey, Scott Brown and Adam Dickstein. If you did not ask me what happens next nothing would’ve.
To my editors, Grammerly, who finds my little errors but has little to no idea how people talk. My Mom, who read every word of this story and found the many typos I’m prone to. Once more, Adam Dickstein who gave it a final read through and would tell me when I repeated certain words repeatedly and kept me from repeating them. (Damnit!)
And of course, thank you to all of you who read this. Without readers, writers would be sad people tapping away in solitude. Instead we are… I’m not sure how to finish that sentence. So I’ll just say, au revoir.