This is me, spilling my guts.

In January I started a project. It was just something to do to get quality time with my sister. I thought writing a novel by posting paragraphs back and forth further embellishing the story, so as to inspire a more creative exchange – might be fun. I e-mailed a prompt and she e-mailed back a paragraph with a twist steering it off the course I was planning. Then, I e-mailed a second paragraph, most likely throwing her a curve as well, and she sent back another — several days later.

I was so worked up that I cheated, and wrote another three pages. I probably overwhelmed her because she encouraged me to keep on writing, so I did. Three months later I had what I thought was a pretty good sized book (28,000 words). I presented it to my sister thinking she may jump in and enjoy doing research, editing, etc. in the hope we would spend creative weekends together, but there wasn’t the “fire” I had experienced. She continually encouraged me and actually read the story, liked the characters, and theme. The syntax however was getting in the way of the readability. Since then “Part One” has been gone over three times and there are now four parts and 130,000 words.

I have written some letters, stories, newsletters in my lifetime, but nothing like what I experienced this past winter and spring. I have been told my letters made her cry,I won a contest by writing a letter to a radio station, and I wrote countless articles for my company newsletter. My novel is complete. I just need to tweak Part Four and do some research to confirm the facts of what I have written. I would like to attend a writer’s conference.

It’s true what they say about the “trance” writer’s get because I can still sit down and write, yet not really knowing what will end up on the paper. Memory DNA? That is an awesome thought.