Trying to write my first novel

For a very long time I’ve been aspiring to write a novel. I’ve written some short stories  (*cough* fanfiction) before, so the idea of writing a novel has been very daunting. I started during NaNoWriMo last November, but I have not made nearly enough progress.

I kept blaming this on my busy schedule, lack of writing time, writer’s block, etc. But I finally realized what the problem was. It’s not the writer’s block, which I have plenty of. It’s not the busy schedule or lack of free time to be devoted to writing. It’s none of the et cetera. It’s the fact that I don’t think my writing is good enough. It’s me writing and thinking every word has to be perfect and that that the continuity has to be perfect the first time around. It’s a rough draft for goodness sake. It doesn’t have to be perfect the first time.

I realized finally that I should just keep writing. Just put my ideas down in words and then fix it up later. Even force  the words to come out even if it doesn’t sound as good as I’d like it to. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It will never be perfect. Hell, there are finished, published, best selling novels that are absolute garbage compared to my first draft (rhymes with smifty blades of spray, we’ve all read at least a few chapters, don’t pretend).

I feel like this is a problem with so many writers and not just a personal problem for me. We should be focusing on the story first and letting the words take us. Maybe if we all stopped being perfectionists, we could all be as rich as the author of Fifty Shades of Gray.


A little about me

Let me introduce myself. My name is Carly. I’m currently an English major, but soon I’ll be a Writing Arts major at Rowan University. I want to have a career in editing and publishing. I am also in the process of writing a novel. Please ask me about it so I can tell you about my Holes style chapter lengths (Shout out to that author whose name escapes me and also Shia Lebouf).

I’m 21 years old. I have a disorder called Trichotillomania which means I pull out my hair compulsively. It’s really interesting. Look it up some time. Or just wait until I make a post about it. Since this blog is called Trichs, as in trichotillomania, and Clicks, as in typing on a keyboard, (I know, very creative. Ha. Ha. Sarcasm) I should probably talk a little bit about the latter. We’ll get there eventually. This is only the second entry after all.

I’m really just trying to let my voice be heard by someone, anyone really. I have a lot to say and a lot of opinions and a lot of interesting ideas floating around in my head. Who else would I share them with but the entirety of the world’s Internet accessing population. Who else to share my every thought with but a bunch of strangers.


As it says at in the title, this could be a whole lot of nothing, or it could turn out to be a whole lot of something. Welcome to the beginning. Mostly I’ll be writing about me. Maybe about some quirky misadventures. Maybe about my schooling. Maybe about how to cope with those awful moments in life that we all go through. I just don’t know. All I  do know is that I’ll be documenting. Documenting me, those around me, and my progress as a person. Maybe we’ll both learn something through this adventure.