Two years ago, I sat at a laptop much like this one in this same spot that I am in now, and I listened to a CD. It spoke to me. Using a page of a journal, I pretended that that CD was the soundtrack to a novel; each song was a chapter. I wrote what happened in each. And the end product was the plan for a 1930's murder mystery/ romance. That CD was called The Compound.
Even though that same story has changed significantly, and been rewritten four times, going on a fifth, I owe a depth of gratitude to that CD, Search/Rescue's The Compound, because it inspired me. It filled me with a sense of motivation and direction.
So, today I have officially been writing my book for two years. I'm treating it like a celebration, even though I am nowhere near as finished as I would like to be, and even though whether or not I will ever be a published author is severely in doubt. I want to thank each and every person who has encouraged me even in the tiniest of ways. I keep all of your names in a file on my computer so that when the book finally comes out in print, the Acknowledgements section can be just as long as the story itself. It feels amazing (and I am truly humbled) to have so many people believe in me. I just hope that I can live up to the expectations of those around me.
Just like my book, I have changed these past two years as well. I am no longer a high school student. I am an extremely loud-voiced university student. I write for my uni magazine. I love what I study. I am considering doing honours. I love dressing like an adult. I love goofing around like a kid, and I still love that CD that started me off on that journey. I am listening to it now.
Maybe this is the beginning of some great cosmic chain. Search/Rescue inspired me. I will publish my book which will inspire someone else, and so on and so forth. To quote One Tree Hill, my guilty pleasure TV indulgence, "Your art matters. It's what got me here."
And because my book explores the turmoil of war....Lest We Forget.