for I never really left. Who can leave writing? After months of moaning and feeling sorry for myself, I have taken one step forward.
Today, I went to a community hall and used their computer to begin the process of revising 'Blue'. I think I've known for awhile that the book needs major revisions. I believe that's why I've been running the other way.
When I first started writing as a career and not a hobby, I knew the joy of writing. These past few years, I've come to learn an important lesson. I am not entitled to being published. But -- I will not stop trying.
For now, I decided to tackle 'Blue' and make it the story that is trying to get out. The one I fell in love with. I know it's in that mass of 70,000 words. I've fought taking any of them out. I've fought revising it. I'm a seat-of-the-pants writer. What the Muse causes to be typed on my keyboard is what the story should be. Foolish woman. The Muse is only one part of the story. I'm intelligent and good at writing. I should be part of this process.
I went through the first three paragraphs of 'Blue' at the center and still am not finished with them. This process is going to take an even stronger commitment, but unbeknownst to me, courage and tenacity are part of my soul.
I'm not sure if I'll be blogging every day the way I used to, but I do know I will keep this blog up. Working on 'Blue' is my first priority, after taking care of myself and the family. For goodness sakes, I must be healing for I wore make-up today for the first time in years.
Love to you all out there, writing and wishing and hoping and bleeding. After all, as Hemingway said, 'There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down and bleed.'
I've got bandages. Angry bird ones. I'll be ok. So will you. xxxooo