A lot happens in a year.
I finally -- FINALLY! -- finished my first novel. I finished it through a bout of depression so severe that I can hardly remember what the last year was like. I can hardly believe that I'm still here, that I didn't crumple under the weight of it, and yet here I am. And there is a finished book on my computer.
I married my boyfriend in May. In July he lost his job. In October he was hired so we packed our things and moved to Iowa.
I decided to go back to school and learn as much as I can about writing while I'm young, while I still have the chance to do so in a collegiate environment.
I started my second novel, and have the world building all ready to go for my third.
In other words, I am writing. It's been a good year.
And this coming year will be ever better.
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I decided to resurrect this blog because it's a nice outlet to have. I don't have my places where I can ruminate on the various thoughts and feelings I have regarding writing and my work. It's kind of personal, compared to my other blogs. I almost feel a bit of freedom here. I almost feel like I can say any little thing that crosses my mind.
I could probably complain about some other writers I know here too. That'll be nice, seeing as all I really do well is complain. Heh.
Anyways. No time for an introspective post today, because I am hard at work on my second novel. It's an idea that just hit me like lightning, and for the last day I've been writing it constantly, feverishly. I stay up all night writing, and when I finally go to sleep, I dream about it. And then the first thing I do when I wake is resume work.
It's one of those hard stories, where every word I write feels like a thousand miles, but I can't stop -- I won't stop. They cut, they hurt, but I will get it down. I have to.
