Honestly, I knew I could do it but I am very relieved I was right.
It being, of course, getting back on track with my novel. Today I met up with six others at the coffee shop in my little hamlet for a write in. We did a couple of timed writings and all of us came away with many words written. I must admit I didn't think I'd enjoy the whole timed writing thing my group got into last year after I had already dropped out, but now that I've done it a few times I can see it is a very effective tool.
Anyway, the noveling energy at Stratfords was so thick it must've been felt around the whole town. I half expect my neighbors to come up to me tomorrow and say, "Gee, you know, between 3 and 5 yesterday, I had this strange urge to write a novel."
Last year one of the goodies was a stack of name tag stickers that say at the top, "Hello, my novel is" and you fill in the blank. The suggestion being of course that you can write in your novel title or complete the sentence, i.e., "...killing me." I dug them out to use again this year and mine read, "...just beginning to get fun." And that's where I'm at.
Currently, my MC has just learned The Awful Truth and is about to see a concert. She's going to get overly emotional with the lyrics of one of the songs she's going to hear and that's when she'll decide to embark upon her Road Trip. Whee!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
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