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Dec.16.2013
So good to be back in my familiar rhythms of working, walking and writing like crazy.  The walk wasn't so much fun.  Cold to my cheeks at 30 degrees F despite sunshine, I shivered a little as I walked.  I'd dressed lighter, ascribing more absurdly optimistic warmth just because it...
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Dec.11.2013
Ah, snow and writing mix well.  Snow while walking provides peace and serenity, muffling sounds as a I trudge.  With little traffic, it's just me and my novel. "Come together," I sing, following the Beatle's take and not one of the many covers.  I'm singing to the story lines and...
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Dec.04.2013
The wind iced my cheeks and forehead despite the sun during my walk today.  While longing for a hat, ear muffs and a scarf, I rethought my plans to walk to and from my beer night.  Don't think there's room in the designated driver car and don't want to get my wife involved. That leaves me...
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Nov.30.2013
Finished another chapter.  Inserted it into the novel.  That's another five thousand something words added, increasing the novel's count to some number that surpasses America's national debt.  The novel is a big puppy. Friends ask me, when will it be done?  I want to read it,...
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Nov.22.2013
I read a Rachel Gardner post today about cave writers, those writers who work in solitude, even isolation, not sharing their work and not participating in a collaborative effort.  I am a cave writer, with a cave located in a coffee shop that serves the best Mexican mocha in the world (not that...
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Nov.19.2013
I was struggling a little while writing yesterday.  I'm writing a passage involving a character and the energy of destruction and creation.  Trying to visualize that on the scale I imagined it was not fully happening.  I can't adequately describe it if I can't adequately see it....
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Nov.16.2013
gabble gabble. gabble, gobble.  gobble gobble gobble. Bruck? That's how I feel at the moment, disconnected and alienated from the 'real world'.  The real world makes little sense.  I've been in 'my' world. Had an intense and productive writing session this morning.  I'm 'done'...
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Nov.14.2013
I'm still in that writing zone with the novel in progress.  As I edited and revised - cutting a little bit - and plotted chapters and developments during the past several days, I passed 221,000 words, 681 pages.  I'm into James Michener territory now.  I thought about that as I...
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Nov.10.2013
The days of writing, editing, revising and polishing the novel continued, not news in itself but this is how life often works.  "What have you been up to?" people ask.  "What have you been doing?  What's new in your life?"  They usually mean besides working for my employer....
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Nov.06.2013
So it goes on, working the novel in progress, amassing pages, building story, exploring characters and their situations... I feel like it's all happened.  I'm now a historian putting together the pieces and presented their side of the tale.  No matter what happens in a general sense, we...