Finished!

I finally wrote the whole thing! I have the beginning, the climax, and the conclusion. I'm very excited. I went to tell my husband and he was very surprised I finished writing it. His disappointment showed when I told him just the first draft. I guess he thought it would be more "done" than that. Now I start the long process of editing and rewriting. Hopefully I will be able to add all the details and interesting information to make this a truly readable book. Will keep you posted.

20 Weeks to a Book - Week 3

Here we are on week 3. I did not fit in 5 hours of writing last week. The inspiration to write seems to come when it is most inconvenient for me - while I'm doing laundry, when I need to go to bed, while at work, etc., etc. I'm working on disciplining myself to write right after the kids are in bed. I'll let you know how successful I am with that. I did find a good friend to set a dead line for me every week and to bug me if I am tardy with sending her the next part of the story.

This week Maeve encourages us to write about interesting people. People who interest us and who grow as the story is told. We need to remember the story is a journey and things change as the journey takes place. She also expects us to know what kind of pace the story should have. We need to decide what kind of story we are telling to determine that pace. The story I am currently working on is a medium speed story, not adventurous nor lyrical, but with a mix of both.

Next week, we will explore week 4 and see if I have stuck to my goals.

Adventures Beneath the Bed: Dustin Dust-Bunny and the Phantom Shoe

Dustin Dust Bunny went out to play His mother warned him to avoid The Phantom Shoe. He promised, with fingers crossed. When all the old ideas were spent, Dustin spied The Phantom Shoe, laying on its side. He pulled and shook the laces snaked upon the ground, then scurried inside. As his tail whipped out of sight, The Wandering Hand appeared and snatched up The Phantom Shoe. Later, a rather squashed Dustin was seen sneaking home. Although begged to tell of his adventures, he kept his silence. All through his life, though, he smelled faintly of old gym socks.

(My first attempt at Flash Fiction)

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