When I was younger, I wrote all the time. I filled hundreds of notebooks with short stories, poems and song lyrics. I wrote, acted in and produced one person and one-act plays. I knew I was going to be a writer and then I was old enough to be afraid of what life as a writer might mean. Now I'm older still and I'm afraid of what life without my dream might mean.
Friday, January 27, 2012
First Draft Done
I've completed the first draft of my Portia Andrade mystery novella and it's horrible. I will spend the weekend fixing what I can and will send to a good friend to read over the next few weeks. In the meantime, I will complete some genealogy articles and a short story for Yahoo Voices. And anxiously await my friend to finish reading and tell me not to quit my day job. Ughh!
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