My suitcase is open on the chair. I imagine that it's waiting for me to take it somewhere. Please anywhere but here I can hear it say.
Oh, I am way too tired today.
I have edited the first eight chapters of my novel, it is a tiring process. I opened the file to work on it today and I couldn’t do it anymore. I need some space from it for awhile.
I have put so much of myself into this project. So much so that when I finally pass the first copy of it to my friends it’s going to be hard to wait and see what they thought of it.
I know that their insights will make the book better however; I know this already because I sent Taza a small portion of it and what she sent back was amazing, and surprising.
My manuscript is a mess. Now I can really appreciate the acknowledgements that writers give to all the people that helped make whatever book they have written possible.
The thought of the magnitude of errors in my first draft makes me wonder about other writers, is their first draft as bad as mine?
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Nobody's first draft is as bad as mine. I don't think my scribble even counts as a draft!
Nobody's first draft is as bad as mine. I don't think my scribble even counts as a draft!
Nobody's first draft is as bad as mine. I don't think my scribble even counts as a draft!
Hi! Wanted to send wishes for a happy holiday. You stayed put in MN this winter?
OOOoooo stunning photo :o)
Hi Michele,
Oh but you haven't seen my first draft yet. I am smiling as I say that because no matter how ugly our babies (our first novels) are when they are born I am sure they will become beautiful someday.
In my case, it will be at least readable. To me my first draft will always be beautiful just because of what it is teaching me as I work on it. It reminds me of my second car that was always in need of some repair. I didn't have the money to bring it into a shop so I bought a manual instead. I studied that manual as if the contents were absolutly essential for my survival. Which it was of course because I needed to repair it often and I couldn't get to work without it.
I am learning to write through this novel. As essential to my survival as my car was/is, because writing is food for the soul.
Hi Bobbi,
Thank you.
Happy holidays Bobbi!
I am in Tucson today. :)
I have been enjoying your photographs!
Simply wonderful, and amazing too, I like the building with all the bells.
Thanks Michelle!
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