So it begins.
I started a story tonight,which is pretty exciting, but, as simple and stupid as it sounds, the actual act of setting aside time to write and actually doing it (read: not working on web pages or grading papers or making tests, etc.) was really very cool. I cranked out 1,300 words of text, all rough, probably crap, but it felt sooooo good.
I'm not really sure where the story is going, but I had to use a line from a friend as the opening. His line was: Feeling guilty just means you have standards. I like that, considering I have a protagonist who is carrying a secret and feels pretty guilty about it. It's a first person story, too, which makes it seem confessional, but,in reality, is based on a whole bunch of people I have met and thought about. The first person is fun, too. I can play in another voice for a while.
The next session will, hopefully, be Thursday.
God, I'm exhausted...
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I guess that as adults we forget to take a step outside of our comfort zone and search for what we searched for in our youth. I hope that this step forward helps you find what you are looking for - joy. It is deserved.
A main concern of course is that it is the searching that makes you you. So what do you do then...?
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