I recently found the importance of not losing the wants and needs of your old “me”. The pre-marriage, pre-baby, pre-corruption of the world “me”.
When I was 14 years old, I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring in theaters (against my will, might I add – it was 100% my mom’s idea) and I fell in love, hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about the story and how it gripped me, couldn’t shake the desire to make something as beautiful and meaningful as that story. So, I sat down, played its soundtrack religiously, and started writing a story of my own called The Magic Stone.
Now, let’s remember that I was only 12 when I moved to the United States from Brazil, so you can only imagine how awful my vocabulary and grammar were after only a year and a half. I wrote 50 Word document pages, and felt amazing. Except it kind of sucked a little.
I mean, I had all the right intentions – I wanted to make a sort of tribute to Lord of the Rings. Which means I basically rewrote the Fellowship of the Ring with my own characters and a couple of original thoughts and ideas. I even remember writing a couple of publishers and asking if they’d publish it – and I never heard back. Gotta love that twinge of embarrassment.
As the years flew by, it was always in the back of my mind. I roleplayed it by myself, I would fantasize about it becoming a movie eventually, I even shared the stories with my school friends. It moved from my desktop to a floppy disk, then to a data CD, then to my first laptop, and then to my very first USB drive – which got lost. Yep. I lost my story. The thing I felt so proud of and had plans for, gone with the USB drive (that should be a title to a movie).
It was eventually forgotten as my priorities changed, as life had its fun games with me. It was still in the very back of my consciousness, but I figured I had lost it for good, so why hold on?
One day, as I was flying back home from seeing my then-boyfriend-now-husband Rick, I started to randomly remember its plot and its awful grammar… So I shelled out the money for inflight wifi (why is that so goddamn expensive?!) and desperately looked through years of old e-mails, with a gut feeling that I had somehow hidden it there… Turns out I had actually e-mailed the file to myself, anticipating any kind of material loss or misplacement of USBs. Good job, younger me! I proudly downloaded the file and read it during my 3.5 hour flight.
And cringed the whole time.
It was a little painful, to be honest. But, I told myself that I’d one day get over the cringe and do something about it because the story was too good to not be told. In reality, had I published it as was, I would’ve been sued by J. R. R. Tolkien’s sons.
This whole writing journey that I’ve embarked on since last year put a bug in my ear about going over my story again. But when the hell do I have time?! I’m working, I’m a mom of (the most adorable) twins, I sold my soul into researching and learning the world of A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones for an awesome writing gig, I write for Twiniversity, and I ramble on my own blog. Why the hell did I think I’d ever have the time to do this?
Because I know myself, and if I really want to do something, it’ll be done.
My writer/LARP friend Sam showed me the ways of Scrivener. It has sincerely changed my writing life. If you’re a writer of any kind, do yourself a favor and check it out. Anyway, when I downloaded the program into my tiny and perfect netbook, I knew I just had to take advantage of it.
I re-downloaded the file. I opened Scrivener. I put the whole file into my Scrivener project, and I began to “fix” it. I have a purpose for my story now. I have started reshaping into a completely original story, with all the glory going to Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire), the Kingkiller Chronicles, and even Harry Potter and Star Wars for opening my mind to the kind of twists and turns a plot can and should have.
I am giving myself 5 years to reshape the story as a whole and publish the first book out of three.
I am beyond excited to be working on my own tale, The Stonemaster Series.
*** This is in no way, shape, or form sponsored by Scrivener. I just love that program. ***