I am headed off to Louisiana to do some writing- this should tell you something if I have to drive over state lines for this to happen. One more day and I am gone. Yahooooo.
For non-writers I am sure they roll their eyes at me and wonder, “Really? She is excited about this? Sounds boring.” Well, imagine living in a land where no one speaks your language. Finally, you get to go home for the weekend where everyone speaks your language again and you are finally understood…that is how writers feel when they are around other writers. No, I don’t like sitting in a chair for long periods of time. If you know me, this is torture. My ADHD kicks in about an hour into the conference and by noon I am done, mentally, but I am so inspired that I gave volumes. People that know me well keep me stocked with diet coke and treats like a child so I will pay attention. Hey, whatever works! It will be nice to be understood for three days.
My novel is starting to really become a reality. It still needs work and filling in or as my friend calls it, fleshing out but it has form, shape and depth to it. The characters have life. Some I have killed off. Some of them developed life on their own like they were real. Scary, huh?
Pray that I finish well. This novel needs to be seen through to the end-published.
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