Yet again: amazing how time flies by and I keep forgetting about this tumblelog. Since my last entry (which was sometime last year if I’m not mistaken) a lot of things have happened here: I’ve left my old job at StepStone - which was an excellently timed move considering the Norwegian branch of the company was announced to be discontinued shortly thereafter - and I’ve got a new job now at a really cool company called bMenu. We deal in mobile websites, more specifically we deal in creating mobile versions of already existing websites. I love the product and how it works, and I’m really excited about the opportunity to work for a smaller company.
Also, I’ve been devoting a lot of my spare time to a personal project.
It kind of started last summer. I was going through a bit of a rough patch with depression and so on, and I needed some form of outlet, something to DO with all this pent-up mental energy I had built up over the course of a couple of weeks of feeling down in the dumps. Then one night as I was packing to go on vacation to the mountains the morning after, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. All my small ideas and notions that I would have liked to put together into a story suddenly started melting together, and became one huge, uniform idea. As it was fairly late I went to sleep, thinking it was just a crazy, brief glimmer of creativity and that it would probably seem stupid or even be gone from my mind the morning after.
But then it wasn’t. Actually, the feeling I had inside me was as strong as the night before, if not even stronger. My mind started processing through the idea, and I spent the entire day walking around with my headphones listening to music, creating. Creating the characters, the story, the scenes, the emotions… Before the day was over, I had everything planned from start to finish in my head. I knew exactly what I wanted to write, exactly how I wanted it all to turn out.
So I started writing the next day. Nothing unusual about that; I write a lot of stuff and I’ve started a bunch of projects that went nowhere after I thought I had something.
One page turned into ten pages. Ten turned into fifty, then a hundred. Other people started getting involved, beta reading the story and drawing sketches of the characters. I started making maps, flowcharts, wikis. What started as some wild idea I got while packing my underwear at one o’clock in the morning suddenly grew massive. Two hundred pages, two hundred and fifty pages. I started making playlists in Spotify with the music referenced in the story, and the music I use for inspiration while writing. I talk about it a lot more than I probably should and I’m amazed certain people aren’t tired to death of me yet.
Then, on the 31st of January, I finished part one of the book. 315 - count them - three hundred and fifteen pages filled to the brim with stories about a boy, his friends, his parents and a humongous secret between them all. It’s turning out exactly the way I want it to, and I’m currently in the process of writing part two. Hopefully I’ll finish it before summer.
I have no idea whether or not I’m going to try and have it published, but I do know that I am going to have it printed for certain people, just because they are that awesome. Particularily that one girl who has been in the process of reading and stuff since I first started it. Also my parents and some other people, probably.
Time will show.