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?
Finished, but not done
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.
Hear, their and ever we where
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.
Halfway to the finish line
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.
30 Days Running — Getting Started
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.
Mischief times two
The only thing Buster is guilty of in The Coloring Caper is chewing the crayons that Grace tossed aside after completing each crooked line on the wall.