Where I've been writing wise

Up to this point my write life, for the most part, has consisted of laying in bed waiting to fall asleep telling myself stories in my head.  I have many stories percolating in my brain right now, some of them "finished" and just waiting to be put down on paper, well typed into a computer anyway. Most of them are only partially written and will probably never be finished because they just aren't any good.  That's where I begin.

My first real story started over 30 years ago when I had a job that had some down time, so I used that time to begin to get it out of my head and into the computer.  My problem was that I would work on it sporadically, so I would have to go back and reread what I'd written to know where I was.  I would end up "editing" it and never getting any further.  That happened over the next twenty years.  I was stuck.

Eight years ago my dear friend Carol Becwar told me about NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month - a motivational website that encourages writers to write 50,000 words during the month of November.  The benefit of this is that you don't have time to second guess yourself and over think what you're writing.  You just have to get words out.  So I signed up and participated in my first NaNoWriMo in 2011.  I finished that first novel, The Day the Ivy Fell and won my first NaNo.

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