I don't have time to write an eloquent journal, so I hope you're not looking for anything stylish here. I'm just slapping thoughts on the page. I'm working out a career and have writing itself to get to, but this scribbling helps to. It helps me clarify the mess that's upstairs flying around in the breezy attic where I sometimes find magical lessons have blown in through an open window. It's those white thunderheads that go passing by, the ones you knew as a child and thought someone lived in. Some benign professor sends lessons still. You don't see those thunderheads like you used to. At least, I don't. But I used to stride around on and in them in my imaginings and could play with cloud giants.
All the cloud giants seem to be gone now. They've sailed off across that clear sea, their ships fading, their islands sinking. If you pause to think about it, and you're as old as me, you could miss the big rumbling booms of their voices and the lightning bolts they three from cloud to cloud. Their roadways through the sky rumbled and boomed and could glow with electricity. Their voices echoed along the byways of the sky, and even as a child, I knew they were packing up and leaving. They were thoughtful of us, a little hushed, and quietly excited, those booming voices merely whispers.
I've formulated eleven books and put them, tentatively, in the order I plan to write them. For me that, after priming my imagination and getting it capable of performing to this xapacity, was the next big step. While practicing make-believe, I had to learn the basics of writing, good writing. I have a library of books on that subject-all of them good. I've written and written, though not as much as I should have, due to my illness. I'm behind on my writing skills, and my other skills are ahead of that. So I'll start with something simple and write away and practice finishing manuscripts in a matter of months, until I get something good enough to submit. And I'll keep going.
My next step, having formulated these seven book ideas for my green career, is to do preliminary outlines on all seven books. I want a general grasp of each story from beginning to end, including the middle yoke. Each preliminary outline should be full enough to capture the true spirit of the story, to keep the heart of it in mind so that water can be drawn from the well. Then keep available a notepad, notebook, a place on your wordprocessor to access it and dabble with it at pleasure. Don't ignore those middle of the night brainstorms.
Keep these outlines in a safe place. If you're green, just write up a condensed synopsis of the professional career list and tuck it away in a safe place. No need to start on outlines there yet.
Once you've put the synopses away, it's time to just concentrate on your green career.
Have fun. Pick an identity -- a pen name. Try more than one, if you like.
Who are you as you autograph these books? Spark your imagination. Feed it. Fun is fuel.
If you do this, you have organized your office. carpet has been laid. The pictures are hung on the wall. the new desk arrived. You've put books in the bookshelves, and you're autographed book covers on the walls. Now, you're ready to get behind your desk.