So I wrote a book. Big Red Yonder. It took five years and ended up being over 500 pages and 363,228 words by the end of my third draft. The following post is a brief summary as to why I wrote my novel and why I have spent so much time on a piece of literature that I am not even sure will amount to much.
For years, I had been living in a state of mind and body that has caused me exposure to what I considered after much reflection to be an existential crisis. Enduring a seemingly endless stream of detrimental surroundings and unfortunate circumstances, I made the realization that the only truly reliable escape from the external suffering I was facing was the solitude of my psyche. It was here, in the deepest realms of my mentality that my tormenting conditions transformed into a profoundly inventive state that I can only describe as being channeled by something otherworldly, or more realistically, utter desperation. Whatever the reason, through the surge of my new-fangled inspiration and creativity, I dramatically poured all of my heart and soul into this literary fiction work.
Much of the story developed during my initial draft of the book came from a kind of stream-of-conscience method of writing. I don’t know what I was thinking during much of the time I wrote this draft and much of what was written must have come from somewhere deep within my brain, either my subconscious or due to some kind of mania causing me to come up with ideas that I never in my wildest dreams thought would be written by me, let alone anyone else. The numerous themes, stories, and situations within the plot of Big Red Yonder made sense in the first draft, surprisingly, but they did not fully connect to each other in an understandable way at times.
So in my second draft, I put all of the plot points together into a format easier to comprehend for readers and made all of the various facets of the book connect, make sense, and have a purpose in the story. However, during this draft I did not change the literary style whatsoever. I made the decision early on that my unique style works well and separates me from other writers. I don’t know if this choice will help me or not when getting published, for many publishers may not want to deal with a novel written in such a poetic and often crazy, for lack of a better work, style. Who knows, we will see.
In my third draft, I went through my manuscript and edited the story a bit, deleting some parts I didn’t think were important to the story and adding others that I felt would better support my story and join everything together, making the novel a smoother read for others. I also changed some of my wording to make the book more understandable. However, what I did not change much was my use of punctuation or the general flow of my novel. This is because I feel in many ways that my use of punctuation and my chosen flow for the book gives its a doorway to my individual voice as an author in many respects. I’d like to think Big Red Yonder is written in an Ernest Hemingway kind of way (there are many other authors who do this, but he is probably someone everyone has heard of), where the silly rules for writing, the ones I learned in grade school, do not apply. Again, I can only hope there is a publisher out there that sees the potential my novel has as a literary work, even with my atypical choice of prose and composition.
So yeah, that was basically my reasoning for writing this eccentric book and how I did it. I hope for the best, but I never will expect the worst. Big Red Yonder will be published one way or another, one day.