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Still Writing...

I'm back.


In the same room
same chair
same laptop, now a little more worn.
same document.

It's another cloudy, cool Sunday.
Drizzle outside.
Ideas inside.

And I'm writing.

It's the quintessential full circle moment here. This is how my #NaNoWriMo began a year ago, and I'm happy to report that I AM still writing! Since Tuesday, I've only written 1,879 words, but I know where I'm going. On the side, I've mapped out a plot that actually has parts, even if not all the required parts just yet. I've detailed characters to give them dimension and so I don't forget who has which quirk, of course! All of this gives me direction. I have yet to have a moment where, as I sat down to the keyboard, I hesitated and felt empty, lost with no purpose. Yeah, I missed a day or two this week; it was one of those kinds of weeks. But I'm still going!

Pride - I think that's the feeling here. And some shock. Didn't know I could do this!

Determination is the other emotion. I am determined to get this thing into something that works. Something that flows and grows and moves people. Parts of it move me, but maybe that's because so much of it is me. Will others feel it like I do? I don't know. I've shared it only with one so far. 

Next hurdle - dialogue. It's so hard to mimic actual conversation, especially when it's supposed to be teen convos and, well, I'm not exactly teen any more! (Yeah, that was only a year or two ago, right?) I do hang out with teens practically daily, so this shouldn't be that hard exactly. Guess I need to tune in a little more and see what I can glean.

How's your writing going? Did you join me yet? Guess you and I both should get back to that draft and back to that writing! We can do it!




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