As I was plugging away at my “novel,” which is really nothing more than a catharsis of the last three years, I kept batting around this idea of finding myself. I keep muttering to myself that if I keep at the process, I will find my way to the content. I’ve begun to consider that perhaps I’m not looking for someone I left behind three years ago. Maybe I need to discover someone entirely new.
Last night, 22,000 words into this thing, something happened. A sentence and a half into a new scene I scared myself half to death. Something new, but vaguely familiar was there. Perhaps it wasn’t entirely plausible or coherent, but it was there. Even after I got up, walked around the room for 20 minutes, and came back to check, it was still there. It might need a little more coaxing to come out again, but now I know it’s there.
I found my voice.
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Whooo hoot! Your voice has been rather clear on this blog (smile) but I'm so glad it has become apparent to you. I love your voice and the way you write on this blog. Keep on blogging and don't give up on the novel, either! You're almost half-way there!
Hooray! I love your voice, too, Nancy, as Crystal said. Keep plugging away. You're cookin' now!
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