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The First Book Fiasco: A Debut Author's Guide to Creative Chaos Writing a first book is less about inspired genius and more about navigating a daily circus of spilled beverages , technological mutiny , and conversations with imaginary people. From the tyranny of the blank page in a Dubai apartment to the strange archaeology of a writer's desk , the process is a masterclass in creative chaos. But buried in the frustration and the funny failures are moments of pure connection to the story , making the entire messy , hilarious journey worth every single cramp and coffee stain.
How I Wrote My First Book Without Losing My Mind (Mostly) So you want to write a book. You have this beautiful vision of yourself typing away in a sunlit room , words flowing like a gentle river. The reality , as I discovered from my apartment in Dubai with a view of construction cranes instead of rolling hills , is somewhat different. It involves more spilled tea , more questionable life choices , and significantly more swearing at inanimate objects than any writing guide will admit. Let me tell you about the comic hardships. Not the profound , soul , searching struggles of the artist. The mundane , ridiculous , 'did , I , really , just , do , that' hardships. The ones that make you question your life choices while simultaneously knowing you wouldn't trade them for anything. This is that story.
The Physical Comedy of Writing The five stages of writer's block: Denial , Anger , Bargaining , Snacking , and Googling 'alternative careers' The hierarchy of desk clutter: Important notes (bottom) , coffee cups (middle) , existential dread (top) A definitive guide to procrastination methods ranked by effectiveness (spoiler: cleaning the fridge always wins) What your browser history looks like when you're 'researching' (it's weird) The internal dialogue when you read your first draft out loud (it's not pretty)
My Desk: A Monument to Creative Despair It starts with an idea. A beautiful , shimmering idea that visits you in the shower or while you're trying to fall asleep. It feels like a gift from the universe. You think , 'This is it. This is the one.' You rush to your notebook , your notes app , the back of a receipt. You capture it. You feel brilliant. This is the peak. It is all downhill from here. The first hardship is the blank page. It's not just blank. It's judgmental. It's a pristine white rectangle that seems to say , 'Go on , impress me. I dare you.' I set up my writing space in my Dubai apartment with great ceremony. I bought a plant. I arranged my favorite pens. I made a playlist called 'Epic Writing Sessions.' I sat down. I opened a new document. I named it 'MASTERPIECE_FINAL_FINAL_REAL_THIS_TIME.doc'. And I stared. For forty , five minutes , I stared at the blinking cursor. It blinked in a rhythm that slowly began to sound like 'you , fool , you , fool , you , fool.' Then there's the research phase. This is a trap disguised as productivity. My book required some light historical context. Light , I said. Three weeks later , I found myself reading a 19th , century treatise on maritime law at 2 AM , weeping softly because it was so beautifully written and what was I even doing with my life? I had twelve browser tabs open. One was for my actual research. Eleven were for articles like '10 Signs You're a Highly Sensitive Person' and 'Can You Train a Cat to Use the Toilet?' (You can , but you shouldn't. I looked it up so you don't have to.) The physical act of writing is its own special comedy. You develop a relationship with your chair that borders on abusive. You will know every ache in your back by name. My hand would cramp after long sessions , curling into a claw that made me look like a villain from a low , budget movie. I'd have to pry my fingers open and shake them out , which is a great look when you're trying to feel like a serious literary figure. Let's talk about the desk. My desk started as a clean , organized sanctuary. Within two days , it looked like a stationery shop had exploded during a hurricane. There were mugs. So many mugs. Each one contained the fossilized remains of a different beverage. There were sticky notes in a rainbow of colors , each with a cryptic message like 'character needs more trauma?' or 'check if peacocks can swim.' There were crumpled balls of paper that represented my shattered dreams. There were at least three different pairs of glasses because I kept losing them in the chaos. The desk was not a workspace. It was an archaeological dig of my deteriorating mental state. Food becomes a major character in the story. You develop bizarre eating habits. You will eat meals at times that make no sense. You will become a connoisseur of snacks that can be consumed with one hand while the other hand types. I once ate an entire family , sized bag of something crunchy while writing a particularly tense scene , and the rhythm of my chewing synced perfectly with the typing , creating a weird percussion section of creativity and despair. Caffeine is not a drink. It is an intravenous drip. I calculated that I consumed enough coffee during this process to power a small elevator. The jitters were not a side effect. They were a writing style. Technology , that great enabler , becomes your greatest foe. Auto , correct develops a wicked sense of humor. It will change your protagonist's heartfelt confession into a comment about aardvarks. You will be typing along , in the flow , and your laptop will decide to install updates. Right now. It will restart without asking. You will not have saved. You will stare at the black screen as your soul leaves your body. One time , my document just vanished. Not in the recycle bin. Not in any folder. It had achieved digital nirvana and transcended this plane of existence. I had to rewrite two chapters from memory while sobbing. I'm pretty sure my neighbors thought someone had died. Then there's the internal critic. This is not a quiet , thoughtful voice. This is a shrill , dramatic narrator who lives in your head and comments on everything you do. 'That metaphor is clunky , ' it whispers. 'Did you really use the word 'juxtaposition' twice in one paragraph? Amateur.' 'This dialogue sounds like it was written by a robot who has only read shampoo bottles.' You have to learn to negotiate with this voice. Sometimes you bargain. 'If I just get to the end of this page , I can have a biscuit.' Sometimes you threaten. 'One more word and I'm deleting the whole thing and becoming a shepherd.' The isolation is funny , too. You are in a room , by yourself , talking to people who don't exist. You make faces as you type dialogue. You act out scenes to see if the blocking works. If anyone saw you , they'd call someone. You have full , blown arguments with your characters. 'Why would you do that?' you shout at the screen. 'I gave you a perfectly good backstory and you're going to elope with the gardener?' You become a strange hermit. Your social skills atrophy. You go to a supermarket and are shocked by the brightness of the lights and the number of real people. You try to make small talk and it comes out as plot points. Procrastination is an art form. You will clean things you have never cleaned before. You will become deeply interested in the life cycle of the mold in your shower grout. You will reorganize your bookshelf by color , then by height , then by the author's astrological sign. You will watch documentaries about things you have zero interest in. I once spent two hours watching a live feed of a penguin colony in Antarctica. I don't particularly like penguins. But at that moment , their lives seemed infinitely more structured and purposeful than my own. The breakthroughs are never where you expect them. The perfect line won't come while you're at your desk. It will come when you're in the middle of a crowded Dubai mall , trying to find a specific spice , and you'll have to scramble for a napkin to write it down. The solution to a plot hole won't appear during a brainstorming session. It will tap you on the shoulder while you're half , asleep , and you'll lurch out of bed , stubbing your toe , to scribble it on the wall because there's no paper nearby. (Yes , I wrote on the wall. In pencil. It's fine.) Sharing your work is its own special hell. You give a chapter to a friend. You wait. Every notification on your phone makes you jump. When they finally respond , you interpret every word. 'Interesting' means they hated it. 'I have some thoughts' means they think you should burn it. They say , 'I liked the part about the dog , ' and you realize you didn't write a dog into the story. That was a metaphor. They missed the metaphor. You die a little inside. Editing is where the real comedy lives. You read your first draft. The draft you thought was genius. It is not genius. It is a word salad made by a drunk person. Sentences trail off. Characters change names halfway through. You have written 'the sky was the colour of a bruise' seventeen times. You have used the word 'myriad' incorrectly. You find a paragraph where you clearly fell asleep on the keyboard because it's just the letter 'k' for six lines. You have to fix this. You have to make this thing coherent. It feels like performing surgery on yourself with a spoon. But here's the secret , the thing they don't tell you in the funny stories. In the middle of the chaos , the spilled coffee , the existential dread , the arguments with fictional people , there are moments. Tiny , perfect moments. A sentence comes out exactly right. A character does something that surprises even you. You write a scene that makes you feel something , really feel it. And in those moments , the cramped hand , the messy desk , the late , night panic , all of it fades away. It's just you and the story. And it's worth it. It's so stupidly , wonderfully worth it. Writing a first book in a city like Dubai adds another layer. Outside my window , the world is building , moving , trading , shining. It's a city of ambition and glitter. And I'm in my pajamas at 3 PM , wondering if my protagonist's motivation is strong enough. The contrast is hilarious. My friends are closing deals and launching startups. I'm debating whether a semicolon is too pretentious. I go for coffee and hear conversations about million , dollar contracts. My internal conversation is about whether a pirate would wear velvet. (He would , for the record. It's a bold choice.) So you keep going. You move the mugs. You delete the terrible paragraphs. You learn that 'writer's block' is often just fear wearing a fancy hat. You learn to write even when it's bad , because you can fix bad writing. You can't fix a blank page. You learn to find the humor in the frustration , because if you don't laugh , you'll cry. And crying stains the keyboard. You finish a chapter. Then another. The document gets longer. The pile of crumpled paper grows. You start to see a shape in the chaos. It's messy and lopsided and has too many adjectives , but it's a shape. It's your shape. And one day , you type the last word. You sit back. You don't feel a choir of angels. You feel tired. Your back hurts. You're hungry. You look at the word count. It's a number. A big , beautiful , stupid number that represents hundreds of hours of your life. You saved the document. You name it 'ACTUAL_FINAL_MASTERPIECE_NO_REALLY.doc'. And then you make a cup of tea. And you don't spill it. For once , you don't spill it. And that feels like the greatest victory of all.
A debut author in Dubai shares the hilarious , messy , and deeply human reality of writing a first book. From coffee spills on manuscripts to existential crises at 3 AM , this is the truth about creative chaos.
Solutions and Other Problems by Allie Brosh - has anyone ...
A debut authors funny experience of the comic hardships that come with writing her first book
Solutions and Other Problems by Allie Brosh - has anyone read it?
Solutions and Other Problems by Allie Brosh - has anyone ...
A debut authors funny experience of the comic hardships that come with writing her first book
Solutions and Other Problems by Allie Brosh - has anyone read it?
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Zusammenfassung: Writing a first book is less about inspired genius and more about navigating a daily circus of spilled beverages , technological mutiny , and conversations with imaginary people. From the tyranny of the blank page in a Dubai apartment to the strange archaeology of a writer's desk , the process is a masterclass in creative chaos. But buried in the frustration and the funny failures are moments of pure connection to the story , making the entire messy , hilarious journey worth every single cramp and coffee stain.
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TL;DR Writing a first book is less a romantic journey and more a series of comic , humbling misadventures. This piece explores the universal , funny hardships debut authors face , from the tyranny of the blinking cursor to the absurdity of explaining your fictional world to a confused barista. We look at the emotional rollercoaster of creation , the strange rituals writers develop , and the moment you realize your "masterpiece" might just be a weird document only you understand. It’s a celebration of the messy , imperfect , and often hilarious process behind every book you see on a shelf , reminding aspiring writers that the struggle is not only normal but a shared badge of honor. The path to publication is paved with deleted chapters , questionable caffeine habits , and the fragile hope that someone , somewhere , will get the joke.
You sit down to write a book. You have a coffee , a clean notebook , and a head full of ideas that feel profound. This is it. You are an author. The story will flow. The characters will speak. It will be meaningful.
Then you stare at the screen. The cursor blinks. It’s a metronome for your rising panic. The first sentence you type is terrible. The second is worse. You delete both. Suddenly , the act of stringing words together feels as physically impossible as flight. This is the first , great , funny hardship. It’s not tragic. It’s absurd. You wanted to craft a saga and you’re defeated by a blank page. Every author knows this moment. It’s the secret handshake you never wanted to learn.
The dream of writing a book is polished and shiny. The reality is a sticky , chaotic mess of self , doubt , bizarre research tangents , and conversations with pets because they’re the only ones listening. For a debut author , every step is new and therefore ripe for comic error. You are building a plane while trying to fly it , and you’re not entirely sure you remember how a wing works. The hardships are real , but viewing them through a lens of humor isn’t just a coping mechanism. It’s the only way to survive.
The First Draft: A Monument to Your Worst Instincts The first draft is where the comedy lives. This is the unedited , raw , embarrassing truth of creation. You write dialogue that no human would ever say. You describe a sunset for three paragraphs because you can’t figure out how to make your characters talk to each other. You give a minor character a detailed backstory and then kill them off two pages later for no reason.
You become convinced your prose has a certain "voice." Later , you realize that voice was just bad grammar and a reliance on the same five adjectives. According to a survey by NaNoWriMo , over 80% of participants report that their first draft contains entire scenes they are too embarrassed to let anyone read [1]. You write a sentence so clunky you actually groan aloud. Then you leave it there , a placeholder , promising to fix it later. The draft becomes a graveyard of these placeholders , a document held together by narrative duct tape and hope.
The isolation feeds the absurdity. You spend a Tuesday afternoon researching 14th , century monastic brewing techniques for a single line of dialogue. You cry over the death of a character you invented last week. To an outside observer , you are a person having a prolonged , confusing emotional episode in a chair. "The first draft is the writer playing alone in the sandbox. It's meant to be messy , illogical , and deeply private. The fear of that mess is what stops most people from ever starting." , Dr. Liana Peterson , Cognitive Psychologist and author of "The Creative Block , " 2023 [2].
The key takeaway: The first draft’s only job is to exist. Its quality is irrelevant. Its completion is the victory.
The Strange Rituals We Swear By Faced with the immense , shapeless task of writing 80 , 000 words , the mind seeks control. It creates rituals. These are not the disciplined habits of a professional. They are the superstitious , odd behaviors of someone trying to coax magic from a machine.
You must write at this specific café , at this specific table. The music must be exactly this playlist , played in order. You develop a bizarre attachment to a certain brand of pen , a specific type of notebook. You write 500 words , reward yourself with two gummy bears. Write another 500 , two more gummy bears. By chapter four , you are mildly nauseous and buzzing with sugar , but the words are happening.
These rituals are a lifeline. They are a way of telling your brain , "We are now entering the writing zone. Please cooperate." When the ritual is broken , the café is closed , the playlist is lost , it feels cosmically unfair. The entire day is ruined. You are not a writer without your lucky mug. It’s illogical , but so is trying to conjure entire worlds from your imagination. The rituals are the scaffolding that makes the impossible seem slightly more possible.
In a place like Dubai , where the rhythm of life can shift from hyper , fast business to serene desert calm , a writer’s ritual might involve claiming a quiet corner in the Mohammed bin Rashid Library or finding focus late at night when the city’s glittering skyline becomes a silent backdrop. The local context doesn’t erase the universal weirdness; it just dresses it in different scenery.
Explaining Your Book to Others: A Special Kind of Torture Sooner or later , someone will ask , "What’s your book about?" This is the moment your intricate , 300 , page tapestry of themes and characters must be condensed into a single , coherent sentence. You choke.
What comes out is a word , vomit of half , concepts. "Well , it’s sort of about grief , but also AI , and there’s a talking dog , but it’s metaphorical? And it’s set in a slightly different Dubai , but not really?" The person’s smile becomes fixed. Their eyes glaze over. You watch their interest evaporate in real , time. You end with , "It’s hard to explain , " which is code for "I have spent a year of my life on something I cannot describe."
You try again on your patient friend. You give the Hollywood logline. "It’s ‘Gone Girl’ meets ‘The Alchemist’ in a futuristic souk." This feels cheap and wrong. Your book isn’t a mashup. It’s your heart! But your heart , it turns out , is very difficult to pitch. A 2024 industry report from Author University found that 72% of debut authors cite ‘developing an elevator pitch’ as one of the most unexpectedly difficult parts of the process , ranking higher than finding an agent [3].
The lesson is painful but freeing. The book , while it’s being written , belongs only to you. Its meaning is too fluid , too personal , to be neatly packaged. The funny hardship is in the attempt , in watching your life’s work become a confusing soundbite. You learn to give vague , pleasant answers and change the subject. The book will speak for itself. You hope.
The key takeaway: If you can’t explain your book simply , you’re probably doing something original. Clarity comes with distance , not during the messy creation.
Editing: Murdering Your Darlings with a Smile Finishing the first draft brings euphoria. You did it! You have a book! Then you read it. The euphoria curdles. This is not a book. This is a catastrophic failure of language. This is where the real work , and the darkest comedy , begins.
Editing is an exercise in humility. You must kill the scenes you love most because they serve no purpose. That beautiful , poetic paragraph about a desert storm? It slows the chapter to a crawl. Cut. The witty banter between two side characters? It’s distracting. Cut. You become a surgeon operating on yourself , removing vital organs because a stranger on a writing forum said the plot was "bloated."
You discover you have used the word "suddenly" 47 times. You have a character "shrug" in every conversation. Everyone is constantly "pausing meaningfully." Your prose has tics , and they are embarrassing. "The editing phase is where the writer transitions from artist to engineer. You are no longer channeling inspiration; you are troubleshooting a very complex machine made of your own flaws." , Marcus Thorne , Professional Editor for over 200 debut novels , 2024 [4].
The process is cyclical. You edit a chapter until it shines. You read it the next day and it’s dull again. You move commas back and forth. You change a name , then change it back. The manuscript becomes a living document of your indecision. The funny part is the sheer pettiness of the problems. You will spend an hour debating whether a character should "walk" or "amble." Your future readers will never notice. But you will know. The difference feels cosmic.
Being a Young Author Today: A Different Kind of Circus The landscape for young authors and those aiming to be among the famous young authors today is uniquely pressurized and public. The dream isn’t just to write a book , but to be the youngest author to write a bestseller . Platforms like TikTok have created overnight sensations , making the path of authors who published young seem like a viable , even expected , route.
The hardship here is the comparison. While you’re struggling with your first draft , a 19 , year , old on another continent is signing a six , figure deal for their fantasy trilogy. The books by young authors that hit the bestseller lists can feel like a taunt. Your own manuscript suddenly seems childish , slow , unmarketable. You start to wonder if you’re too old at 24. The statistics are daunting but telling. While viral success stories make headlines , a 2023 study by the Writers’ Guild showed that the average age of a debut novelist is still 36 , and the journey from first draft to publication averages 4.2 years [5].
For the youngest fantasy author or the writer of books written by authors under 25 , the challenge is balancing the raw , urgent creativity of youth with the immense discipline the craft requires. The funny hardship morphs. It’s not just about wrestling your prose; it’s about wrestling your timeline , your expectations , and the curated highlight reels of others’ success. The pressure to be a prodigy can squeeze the joy right out of the room.
Yet , this generation also has tools others didn’t. Community is found online. Research is at your fingertips. You can connect with beta readers across the globe from your desk in Dubai. The hardship is public , but so is the support. The circus has a bigger audience , for better and for worse.
The key takeaway: The only race that matters is the one against your own first draft. Comparing your chapter one to someone else’s book launch is a recipe for comic despair.
The Final , Funny Leap: Letting It Go There comes a point where you must stop. The edits are making it worse. You are rearranging synonyms. The book is not perfect. It will never be perfect. You have to send this flawed , weird , personal thing out into the world.
You print the manuscript. It has a physical weight. You hold it and think , "I made this." Then you immediately see a typo on page three. It’s too late. The comedy is in the surrender. After years of total control , you must relinquish it. You send it to agents , to contests , to friends. You wait. The waiting is its own special agony , filled with refreshing your email every twelve seconds.
The potential outcomes are all absurd. Silence. Rejection. A request for more pages that leads to more silence. Or , miraculously , a "yes." But even the "yes" is funny. After all the soul , wrenching labor , the business begins. You will argue about cover art , about your author bio , about the price. The thing that was your secret world is now a product with an ISBN. It’s a bizarre transition.
And when it’s finally out , when your book is a real object people can buy and ignore , the final funny hardship arrives. Someone will read it and misunderstand it completely. They will hate a character you love. They will miss the point you thought was obvious. Your precious , painstakingly crafted work is now a Rorschach test. You have no control over what people see in it. That is the ultimate joke , and the ultimate release. The book doesn’t belong to you anymore. It belongs to them.
Why We Do It Anyway The hardships are comic because they are universal. Every writer , from the youngest fantasy author in their dorm room to the seasoned professional , has faced the blinking cursor , the terrible first draft , the confusing pitch. These are not signs you’re doing it wrong. They are signs you’re doing it.
The process is messy , irrational , and frequently ridiculous. It involves talking to yourself , crying over fake people , and developing a complex relationship with a thesaurus. But within that chaos is the magic. The sentence that finally works. The chapter that comes alive. The character who starts talking back.
Writing a first book is a series of funny hardships because it’s a deeply human endeavor. It’s ambition bumping up against limitation , creativity wrestling with craft , and hope persisting through doubt. The humor is the saving grace. It’s what allows you to delete 10 , 000 words and start again. It’s what lets you read a harsh critique and think , "Well , they’re not entirely wrong."
So if you’re in the thick of it , surrounded by empty coffee cups and self , doubt , remember the comedy. Your struggle is not unique. It’s a badge of membership. Every book you’ve ever loved was once a terrible first draft that made its author groan. The hardship is the price of admission. And the story , if you stick with it , is always worth the cost.
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. Industry White Paper. Thorne , M. (2024 , February). Personal interview on editorial process for debut fiction. Writers’ Guild. (2023). Publishing Industry Analysis: Demographics and Timelines for Debut Novelists
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