I was looking back on my posts and thinking "damn, I got kinda depressing in there!" Didn't mean to. It's a problem with being honest. I am a little too straightforward, sometimes. All the time. I guess it's my dysfunction. We all have a little, right?
However! I worked two 8 hour days, on my feet, outside in the rain and came home and wrote. Both nights.
Oh, man that felt good.
I don't even care that I didn't reach 50k words. I worked--minimum wage? --who cares? I worked. And it felt good. It *feels* good, to know that I am bringing in a little moolah.
Makes me feel more in control of...everything.
So I'm working on the Dezzy story. Yes, that's shifting gears from the Nano project. The two actually have very different styles of writing (why the hell???) Sometimes, they just come out that way.
Or, other possibility, it's all in my head.
I will finish the Nano novel! But... not being rushed, I might just write and write and write. It might be longer than 50k words.
Yeah... that's my problem... epics. I write epics. Sometimes short novels seem out of reach. Novels turn into epics. Short stories turn into novellas. It's my life. Or my writing, take your pick--it's true in either.
I'm gushing. Life feels good. Returning to writing fiction now--