I was writing away at my draft, as always, on my lunch break when a coworker approached me. He asked me if I was writing in my diary, journal, secret observations I make of everything and everyone around me. I answered no, this was my notebook. Eventually, I told him I was writing a story. He asked me if it was a vampire story, and I answered him no, it was more like a Lord of the Rings story.
He saw how much I had written so far in the notebook (I probably have less than fifteen pages left in said notebook) and asked me how many pages it was. I explained it was almost three hundred pages, typed and dependent on the font and that had reached past 70,000 words.
He seemed to be getting more impressed with every answer I told him. He said, “So you’re writing a book. A novel!” He was excited and it made me feel immensely great about myself.
He wanted a first edition signed copy, that he himself would not read because he’s not a fan of reading. Then, he instructed that I should put it in audiobook form so he could enjoy it as well.
“Don’t you play flute? Or trumpet?”
“You mean clarinet?”
“Yeah! You should make a theme song for it, once it becomes a big, theatrical production!”
“Interestingly enough, I already have.”
Eventually I had to tell this friend of mine who knew nothing of the actual plot, development, or characters, “Let’s focus on finishing it first.”
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I think it's awesome as well! I never knew the work it actually required to write a book until I had a friend write one. It's easy to assume you just need a big imagination and pen. It really is an art form. Congrats to you!
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