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Welcome back one and all. It is that time once again; time for moaning and groaning, whining and, perhaps, some crying. Insecurity is, after all, quite a painful roller coaster ride. Come join us, we tend to have nearby items to soothe such nervousness. Things like: chocolate, cookies, coffee, tea, etc … I’ll let you fill in what the etc could be. I always stick to the coffee and chocolate myself. 😉
This month’s question: Have you ever surprised yourself with your writing?
Yes. Why yes I have. I totally had a James Bond moment as I thought that sentence. Yes, yes I have. Get it?
I guess I’ve had too much coffee.
All right, I guess I’ll just get to my answer. I regularly surprise myself. The truth is that I write through many chapters or scenes before I go back and thread my plotting together with my pantsing. In truth, I only stop once I begin to lose my way. So, when I do go back, and I began reading the individual scenes or sentences that construct each chapter, I will often find nuggets that please me, and, quite frankly, I forgot I even wrote. Early morning writing is at least partly to blame for that as well. Either way, I’m often surprised.
Now, time for some news.
This first story looks so yummy. Ignore the political twist at the end. Instead, focus on three tons of guacamole. Can you taste it? Oh, I can. Please, sir, can I have some more?
I am grossed out, happy for the frog, and committed to never buy a packaged salad from Target. That’s a lot of feels for one half-page story.
Last but not least, evolution for the win.
That’s all for me, folks. See you back here in seven and some change.