I have recently been traveling a lot and have realized I really enjoy writing while traveling. Maybe not with my three-year-old… BUT the noise from the plane, the fact that I’m stuck and can’t even get up to pee past another passenger—yeah, that’s the stuff of focus.
I also want to add that it helped me get back into completing the draft for book 2. To which, I still have no idea what the title is or what will fully be happening yet. Most of the time, the characters do the work for me. Or somehow, the imaginary people that are in my brain create their own personalities, and when I’m in the moment—really in the moment with them when something is occurring—they do the work for me! Crazy, right? It’s gotta be some kind of diagnosis there.
Nevertheless, I’m really excited and still very terrified to have others read my story. Stories, when the time comes. I do hope someone else falls in love with the characters like I have. I have SO, SO, SO much more to say and add to what I really want to express with these books. I’m also wondering if someone will figure it all out sooner rather than later. That’ll be cool.
Any-who, that's all for today. See ya'll later Florida!
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