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9 March 2020

Song Mood: Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper featuring Rob Hyman.  It seems like I always go back to a pattern.  Or the song is a trigger for me to go back to a certain pattern.

I’m not real sure of how I want to proceed with my life.  I know that I have to go forward.

So, I have been worried about my writing.  Last night I did some web and email searching.  Reedsy has an article that is an awesome reference for editing: https://blog.reedsy.com/how-to-edit-a-book/.  Which will come in handy when I do finish a project, which hopefully will be in a week.
I looked through my kindle library for James Scott Bell books about writing.  The one I went back to reading is Just Write.  The section I’m reading of that book is about what to do with exposition.  For good measure I bought James Scott Bell’s How to Make a Living as a Writer as an extra resource for writing and self publishing.

I’m doing a lot of reading now as a way to move the story forward.  I need to finish writing the rough draft.  Then I should be look for someone to date.  Someone who is broken like me.  Maybe not broken exactly like me.  Broken in her own special way so that she can understand that I am a broken person.  I don’t know if that makes any sense.  Someone who wont think of me as weird if I start crying during movies.  Or if I just start crying because I’m tired.  Or if I just start crying for no reason whatsoever.


So reading books on writing is what I’m doing now.  Next step, do some writing.  I should also make myself copy a paragraph from my favorite writers so I get a feel as how to write descriptions that move the story forward.  And then get myself into a position where I can handle the lemons life throws at me.

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