Things changed though and soon the world around me evolved and my perfectionist self came to play, hindering me from really finishing writing a complete story, beginning till the end, that has utterly satisfied me. I complain about where I would write, the perfect pen, the constant writer's block. Every obstacle a writer-to-be or even a professional writer goes through when writing their first novel or even the first sentence of their first novel was such a huge barrier for me. It was something I could never cross. Until now.
For quite some time I've tried to find an inspiration to begin my first novel. I've told my friends that I've always had the desire to write a book and to feel the satisfaction of writing a The End. Endless incomplete stories make up a lot of space in my USB. Most have been untouched for what seemed like decades, even though I've only survived one, and every time I manage to get the time to read over them, I feel this sudden emptiness and dissatisfaction knowing that I have not completed something that should well have been completed.
It bothers me...to no end. But this time, this time it's different.
I don't know exactly where it happened but I know exactly how. It was during the New Years holiday I've spent away from the hometown where I was in a completely different place with completely different settings, locations and surroundings where the inspiration came in a fast-paced, Speedy Gonzales style with the entrance of Pepe Le Pew. Fast yet suave. From God's imagination to mine.
Bombs of the Holocaust
My new story slash novel will revolve around the enigmatic yet riveting events of the years of hardship and trials of the Jews under the hand of Hitler...The Holocaust. A huge fan of the events of the Holocaust and of the second World War, I knew that it was through my love for such and of my fondness of a good romance, action, mystery and drama story, that I have hit the jackpot. I was excited to start but I didn't know where to begin! Ideas after ideas came and soon I had to really sit myself down and collect my thoughts and file them in the right cabinets before I speedily give up again as speedily as I got the idea... and that of course, was not something I looked forward to.
And so I filed my ideas with excitement and also with complete seriousness and focus, which often earned me many questions of "Are you okay?" or "What are you thinking about?" from my fellow classmates and friends whenever they caught me in the 'zone.' It was hard to explain my thoughts to them because they came so fast that my brain couldn't comprehend it, let alone be able to translate it through word of mouth! So I've kept my mouth shut, said a reasonable reply of "Nothing" and continued the filing until the time is right to finally speak out.
Two protagonists. A hero and a heroine. In the backdrop of the Holocaust in Italy.
I'm not a fan of anything cliche so while I'm currently in my 'Research mode' I'm also focusing on perfecting a storyline whose ending will not be guessed; a trait I've acquired from a great author, namely Francine Rivers, who wrote the best non-cliche series of books, ever: The Mark of the Lion Series.
The young man came early January in a biting, wintry day, over the down, walking from the Azienda rail station holding a brown suit case in his thickly gloved hand. He caught himself a black cab and paid the driver rather generously to avoid having to speak of his current business in town. The cab drove through the narrow streets of Via Castagneta, carefully dodging the poor souls who walked its streets. It slowly arrived to its destination, halting in front of a huge two-storey French-styled villa in the outskirts of Castagneta. Its salmon-pink facade which once stood ochre against the green backdrop of trees and brown-orange foliage in autumn was now covered in thick snow, white and unnoticeable against its snow-blanketed surroundings.
Pretty basic and unedited but I wanted to know if anyone has got any thoughts so far. I know I shouldn't even be starting with writing yet, but I just had to get my thoughts down. It's hard when you lose something and you could never think of it again. It's frustrating you know, a real downer
But that's all I could really write/share. I don't even know if it'll make the final cut of the story but just in case, I'll keep it there. For safety reasons. Security is a must when writing. A writer knows that. Either it's for school or leisure.
But for now, I must continue with my research. So far I've got names, clothing, locations, surroundings, context and histories to which I shall share in my next post. For the moment however, it's time to think up some good personalities.
au revoir for now
-Cass
