In memoriam of my first novel
Why hang on to the dozen plus rewrites of a story that had once consumed me and now lies dormant, taking only the space it occupies in the corner of the home office where I seldom go in the pursuit of creativity?
Why hang on to the dozen plus rewrites of a story that had once consumed me and now lies dormant, taking only the space it occupies in the corner of the home office where I seldom go in the pursuit of creativity?
I crossed two finish lines this week…the four mile marker of the Denver Turkey Trot [and] 30,000 words in 30 days…though neither meant the end of anything.
I hear their voices ever clearer when we go to where the coffee flows and music plays low and the rent is high, but it tastes good.
I thought about throwing in the towel, but the world I’d created in seven days would not quit spinning. The characters had a conflict they needed me to resolve.
It takes me anywhere from just under 10 minutes to closing in on 11 minutes to complete one mile. Obviously I’m not in it for the competition – except for me against myself.
We laughed…after the first 5k we ran together…after she got to the finish line a good four minutes ahead of me and realized that running isn’t really hard to do. Hard. But not really.