I finally feel like I'm on a role with my writing again. January started busy. My brother got married in sunny FL. My dance studio had their dance recital. And I got sick! Evil, evil, EVIL stomach flu stole 24 hours of my life this past weekend, but now that I have revitalized and filled myself with plenty of liquids, I am back in the writing game.
Next week the Breakthrough Amazon Novel competition begins and I will be submitting Seaweeds in the Young Adult category. I've changed some things around with the book, the biggest--making my main character 19 instead of 23. I guess some people can't handle immature 23-year-olds, but an immature 19-year-old is a-okay in the writing world. I personally like it better now that my character is younger. Increases pathos, you know. ;-)
I've also written 1,500 words in my Nano book. I plan to finish it by January 31st.
My newest novel is still on a role. I'm 12,000 words strong and loving every minute of it. I'm really taking my time with this one. Planning, making character charts, dissecting every syllable like a freaking science experiment...I want it to be real. It's my first non-fantasy, non-supernatural, non-science fiction book. It's life. Real people. Real issues. There aren't any fantasy worlds I can fall back on when I make a wrong turn.
Which makes me think...what is my purpose as a writer? Do I write to entertain? Do I write to teach? Or do I write to make people aware of things? Make them feel things or encourage them to feel things they normally wouldn't feel?
At this point, I'd say I write for me. But in the future, I will write to make people read. And think a little more.
Why do we have toenails?
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