Feelings

Slightly needy.

`swqawqit hurrts. I c

Unless I Let You

My day will be great,

Even if you pout.

If I smile 

no one can 

see the red 

marks I get 

from waxing 

my mustache. 

No More

I've made an earth shattering discovery- well, decision really.

I've always wondered why I wasn't getting any where with my writing, like never finishing anything. Never having a first draft to revise and so on. But here I am, working on a story I started I think over six years ago. And when I look back to what the story was then and what it is now, I really need to face the truth:

I'm way past first draft!

I mean, seriously folks! Who ever said I had to get it all written down for it to count as a first draft? I've taken out and moved around, changed so much, killed off characters, ex-ed characters, combined characters, re-vamped plots, added a flippin' quest for crying out loud! When am I going to admit to myself I've been revising all along and the first draft is long gone. It was never intended to see the light day. 

So where am I in my progress?

Well, I won't say I'm ready to start the final draft, but I'm not very far from it. I can feel it. For six years or more this story has been with me. I'm finally seeing my characters in the roles I really want for them. It's a wonderful feeling. 

Therefore I Am

I knew what I was doing

I think.

I knew why I was here

I think.

I knew what I wanted

I thought.

Now, I just don't want

to think.

I Am Here

Jeff, Miles, Bob and Me. 

I'm where I want to be.

And how many can say that?

That their dreams came true?