Those who know me, know that I love to write. Yesterday I finished the rough of the novel I’m working on. There’s a hard to describe excitement about having done that. It’s not the first book I’ve written. In fact, I have three completed manuscripts waiting for illustration. I call them my Dream Stories series. There are arount 120 short stories in the three books, all starting from actual night time dreams.
But this novel is different. Getting a single story this far is always exhilarating. If I had Champaign, I’d celebrate.
Actually, I’d probably drink a beer if I had one. I’m not a Champaign kind of guy.
The story is about a fictitious boy in a fictitious town in rural Utah in the late ’60s and early 70′s. There are a lot of Utah authors writing about the Utah experience. But what they write always seems so filtered, so sanitized. Even Rocky Olsen writing his excellent true account of his Vietnam experience self censors, doesn’t include cuss words.
These writers don’t seem to capture the experience I had. My goal in writing this novel is to create something much closer to what it felt like when I was a teenager in rural Utah.
I’m sure it will take years from here before the general public gets a chance to read what I have written. There’s still a lot of work ahead. But I’m feeling a certain sense of accomplishment nonetheless.
My son makes movies. He’s been asking me when I’d have the rough manuscript done. He wants to use it to write a movie script. When I sent him a text yesterday, he sent one back: “Awesome!” He’s in Corpus Christi, Texas, for a film festival screening of our movie “Must Come Down.” I hope things are going well. This is the fourth festival to invite us this year, including one in Germany. Which is good considering we’ve already released and last year was our year for film festivals.
But damn! I’m feeling good about finishing that rough draft.
Maybe I should celebrate.
Posted by Waine Riches