1/15/07. Out of the woods and into the word processor
I am relieved to report that, with my writing buddies’ help, I have pushed passed the self-doubt, the anxiety and fear that had me wondering whether I would ever be able to finish, let alone finish by a self-imposed deadline. Gladiola and her small band of Borderland heroes have come through the rabbit hole. A little worse for wear. A little dazed. Some stumbled through run-on sentences and continuity issues, but they’ve had a good run, a big-bang finish, and even a final card game at The End.
Tomorrow, I’ll worry about the next step: Revision. But for now
Good night,
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- Sammi
A psychic once told me that in a past life my writing so inspired a politician he took steps to have my head removed. This time around, I’ve tried to remember, with varying degrees of success, that diplomacy is the better part of valor, a little inaccuracy can save tons of explanation and, when all else fails, the best option may well be to tell the truth and run.
I wrote my first memoir when I was six and am currently working on a fantasy spoof. Although I have never met my fairy godmother — nor a common garden gnome, for that matter — once, while weeding in my garden, I fought a dragon that was impersonating a wild raspberry bush.
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