So. I found the title. Got the plot, got the main characters. Vague outline. Chapter one first draft done. I have the ending planned( although my main character has already shown me that I am merely the vessel through which she tells her story, she may end up convincing me that it should end in some other way) I have an adrenaline rush similar to what I imagine speed does( although I never tried it, but by definition, I figure it feels like this)...I never planned on a fiction book, but now that the story came to life, it is inside of my head demanding to come out. To be told. I could really wax metaphysical on you right now, but I dont want to further cement any opinions of how crazy I am! If they only knew ;-> Huh. I just noticed the screen door to the deck is open. I was out there writing...If Boo walks out, shell walk around, look down, see the distance and come back in. Peeka will look down, say F*** it, Im goin for it and take dive. Time to go. House is empty, that never happens. More writing for me.. >PeAcE
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 23:51:54 +0000
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