I graduated from the University of Cambridge in June 2006. Dressed in a sharp hood and gown, in the eyes of charming tourists, I was caught between the past and the future, not for the first time, not for the first time. For eight hundred years, Cambridge has been pumping domestic names: authors, actors, scientists, comedians, world leaders. Since a vanib writer stepped into the world with this bubble, it was difficult for my chosen professionals to feel the pressure to be immediately and amazingly successful.
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It is easy to look back and laugh yourself. With the benefits of age and experience, the self -related psychology of Cambridge becomes clear to him. But for a twenty -one -year -old child trapped in this system, it was difficult to completely ignore this feeling of expectation. And when I went home and started searching for jobs, this thinking turned into a book’s idea. The main character was fully formed to me: who, a careless student and a desire, staring at his last year’s barrel in Cambridge. Like many other people, he also dreams of the greatness of the future. But unlike the rest, he knows that his dreams will be fulfilled, as the traveler of time appeared from the future and told him.
What I was not interested in in fulfillment of desire-at the age of twenty-two didn’t want to know that their future guaranteed? But the complications that come with it. If he has already read the poems that make him famous, how can he still write them? When he meets a woman in which her music and her life become love, how will knowledge about her future affect her emerging relationship? And what will he do when he finds himself falling for a traveler of time?
Joe’s story, and the story of Esi, a passenger of his own agenda, took a natural form in my mind: it was a romantic humor. I knew how romantic comedians worked. I saw or read a lot of them. How difficult can be a writing?
If I wanted to bring about a change that did not fit from what happened before, it was not causing contradiction.
By that time I was twenty -two, working back to my first graduate job in Cambridge. (Side Note: I was not really Back –University Cambridge and Town Cambridge are two large non -overlaping universe, like parallel facts in China City and city.) Freed up from big reading lists and weekly articles that praised my undergraduate years, I had enough time to write. So why wait? I came out my laptop and started typing with enthusiasm.
Twenty -two -year -olds knew myself a lot of things. She knew what she felt in this age, fear and enthusiasm and the end of her world. She knew she had laughed at him. And she was close to her students in Cambridge to remember her in her bones: sometimes magical, sometimes disappointing, and sometimes deep strangers.
But there were things she didn’t know. She didn’t know how to create a novel, much less than a romantic comedy. (It turns out, under the philosophy, seemingly some complex structural engineering is prepared at the simplest level. If the first draft was a moment, he killed anyone who had stepped on it.) She did not know that she had to change her goals and change her goals, instead of changing her goals and changing her goals. And she did not know that there was a difference between her, which he thought was cool or interesting or ridiculous, and in fact what was in this story.
But he wrote it anyway. It was just the second prescription I had ever completed. I printed after that which was called The letters of Joseph Green and Diana Darneel (Yes, I’m scary on titles) and read it. I must have been aware of this unclean mess, because I never showed him to anyone other than some trusted friends. Instead, I went ahead and wrote the next book, a YA fantasy that would eventually take me to the agent. That book will never be sold, but my agent remains with me, because I wrote another book and another and another book, finally sold my eighth -ready novel, Meet me in another life.
Anyone who has been published knows how quickly and excitement on your first film provides a way to worry about it. I was trying to find out which of my current ideas was so much to appeal to my current publishers when a friend of mine said, “What will happen to your Cambridge Time Travel Book?” It was no bad idea: while lighter than that Meet me in another lifeHe dealt with similar topics compared to destiny, which has focused the same focus on the role of the character, and the role of the character. I knew that the mockery was a mess, but I believe that the concept is correct: surely it will not take long to polish it.
When I received my first, sixteen -page editing letter, I felt that I would not diminish how much work to do there. I was now thirty -six years old, he was married to one child and the other on the way. In the past, I have stepped into the mockery like a passenger passing through a portal for fourteen years.
In the book, the ESI time is terrified by the influence of the traveler butterfly. The laser focuses on the specific change that she wants to do in the past, refuses to make any other changes to unannounced results if its unannounced results end the destruction of the entire future. I now realize that my approach to this first amendment was like a point of view of ESI’s time. I added scenes, tweet deleted characters, dialogue, but many basic plot points remained the same. I was afraid that if I made major changes, I would lose the spark and emotional authenticity that my twenty -two -year -old had brought myself into the story.
My next editing letter was just twelve pages. (At this rate, I will do three more drafts!) Like before, it was also kind, insightful and complete, but the basic message was: Try again. I don’t think I have ever felt creative frustration as I felt at the time. But after sitting with the notes for a while, I understood where I was going wrong. When I was editing, I was not stuck in a single timeline: If I wanted to bring about a change that had not been in accordance with it, it was not causing contradiction. I can easily create a whole new timeline that contains the story version.
It seems appropriate that the journey of time spread from this early idea to become an important part of the written process.
I started from the beginning. I went back to the real idea, the future of a young man he had always dreamed of, and at present, the good of this revelation on his life. I read the story structure, the romance, about all the things I thought I didn’t need to learn. I created a new sketch, then rewrite the book from the beginning to the end. If I needed to reuse any of the current content, I kept the old version, but it is surprising how little of it was. The spirit of the story remained, but its external form was quite different from my first stumbling block.
The confessions of Love and other contradictions (A very better title, thanks to the author Julie Living) “This book is a time traveler.” I think about it is made of its place and time, a joint house on the edge of the Cambridge Cemetery and the backwards between the house where I live with my family in Edinburgh sixteen years later. The ultimate result is effectively, a cooperation between my twenty -two and thirty -eight years of myself.
After two and a half years to fix the broken draft, it is appropriate to ask if my little soul has made the wrong choice. Instead of considering the idea as soon as I had, should I wait to write a book unless I have the skills to do justice? As a difficult modification process (for me and, I believe, for my long -lasting editors), I am not sorry that how to come with the book. The created novel is less than an unprecedented ideology than the first draft of this chaos in my Cambridge experience, but the past of my twenty -two -year -old still lives, as the characters and the ESI’s enthusiastic desires and deep insecurity. And, about how our past and future collide and meet each other, it seems appropriate that the journey of time spread from this early idea to become an important part of the written process.
During the book, the main question of the ESI is whether we can change our fits, or if the course of events was always kept in stone. I do not have the answer, but I know that looking back, it seems inevitable that the Time Travel Book was the only novel about Cambridge I had ever written.
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