How to Write a Book first TimeWriting a book for the first time
Adventure: Write a textbook
At that time it was difficult to call myself a novelist. This was my skill, but like an inexperienced artist I was coarse with my brushstrokes; wordy, arid, the words seldom capture the real meaning of what I said. Wrongest thing was that I had never completed a work. After my Seattle home, where I felt very at home, I began to write my first seventh grader after my home move to Kansas City, and the history was a reflection of that.
In those years I began several other novels - a sci-fi novel about a town where all of my family worked for a company, and everyone was oddly compliant, an escape tale about a child who decided to stow away on a freighter with an unfamiliar target with a mystical, excentric maiden, a novel in the distant aftermath in which a system that guarantees mortality is bypassed, which leads to innocence for the first case for generation.
Well, this one would be done. And I didn't bother to publish it, to make a living from his sale, none of it. It was my intention to end the work, to have it in my hand and to experience the feeling of perfection that only a real author can have. There was a transient feeling of completion that I thought I would be feeling, but the extent of my experience of growing since the 2007 spring is enormous.
This is the first year in my lifetime that I have the feeling that I can rightly say: Yes, I am a writer. Took me almost two years to find out what the script was about, and two more to realise that it was about too many things. It took three years to develop true disciplines, to survive many a week and sometimes even a month without a letter.
It was also my concern that if this was another half-written and deeply lost in my part of my harddisk, I would never become a novelist. Not writing would damage this diskette. And I didn't want to screw up, not this one, this one I' d end the work.
In those early years, when I was sitting in front of my computer writing words about different experience and had no clue how they all fitted into a bigger storyline that was still just a fantasy, I seldom thought of publishing the work. Never thought about New York Times bestsellers, emoluments, book travel, none of it.
I' ve been telling everyone that I'm going to make this for myself, and once I had it in my hand, it would be a great pleasure to me. A great group of writers I found in San Francisco was very helpful: Shut up and wrrite (and then organised in NYC and San Diego).
It was a point that was easy and perfect for my objectives - it was a room for my work. I was amazed how much I ended during these brief week-long sittings. I soon assisted in organizing a marathon, days of paperwork that made my counting words into numbers that I thought were outrageous.
The letter became part of me. I became addicted to the high I felt after a shuttle up and write sessions or a production night in a café. As I entered the cold San Francisco atmosphere, I felt for the first time that I was satisfying the wishes of Southeast Asia and really live.
Today I`m feeling weird when I don`t type for a days or two, and robbed if its any longer. I' m driven by the power of my own work. I think the notebook is better for it. Completing it in a year seems ludicrous - how did I know what to put down in just one year?
How could I, as a novelist, grow both in skill and scale to really complete a work so quickly? Yeah, I ended the work. I' m probably gonna end it soon. If you' re a novelist, you know what I mean. A young, aspiring author with a singular, cosmopolitan tone, Nithin Coca is a traveller who wants to tell tales that unite us through our shared people.
Coca' s first volume, Travelling softly and quietly, is available at Amazon. Now he is concentrating on his work as a free-lance writer who writes on socioeconomic questions in emerging markets, with particular experience in Southeast Asia. Net, Southeast Asia Globe, The Diplomat, Penang Monthly and countless local papers in Asia and the USA.