I'm green.

That is the color of my "center" today. Not my ideal color.

Writing a long story, that may or may not become a story in a book, is really hard. I've never written anything like it since a short story in 11th grade Creative Writing class. That story was about two friends, one of whom stays home after high school and the other who goes to Columbia University to become a lawyer. I was neither of the characters and knew nothing about either experience. Also, it sucked. I think the Dixie Chicks wrote a song about the same situation. Well, the story I am writing is almost as original as that.

Some people take classes or get degrees in writing and that is the last thing I want to do. That would require me to have people read and critique the story. It's just as hard for me to hear good as it is bad criticism. Or rather, any criticism. Have you done that? Plus I just don't want to go to school. Yukky. I just don't have that drive right now. I'd rather take hooping lessons and write by myself.

I have no idea what I'm doing and it feels pretty good to go forward blindly and be able to make mistakes. To paraphrase the Dixie Chicks, wide open [green] spaces.  Yep.

Comments

[Alpha Mom]

I would imagine writing will prove quite theraputic (sp?) -- at least I hope so. As a "professional" writer, writing is just work for me. I envy your ability and willingness to write for pleasure/ therapy/ growth/ a book. I write for a paycheck. Bleh.

Enjoy the process and keep us posted. My mom is ready to pre-order your book on Amazon.... no pressure or anything.