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Sunday, September 16, 2007
It feels like a book
It's so satisfying when writing that hasn't come easily finally falls into place, ka-chink ka-chink ka-chink. That's what happened yesterday. Over about 12 hours, I rewrote the 26 pages of part one, turning them into 36, so I guess I added some stuff, and polished the rest of it. (It has a tornado that, in my mind, looks like the one to the right.) When you're not even aware of how many pages you're adding, that's when the work's going smoothly. The whole week's going to be like this if I'm lucky, and the week after this, and the week after that, and probably the one after that. I'm not disappearing from the blog, though. I need this contact with actual humans who, I'm pretty sure, exist in real life. You do, don't you? :)
I'll drop in and out today, but mostly I have to be gone into the land of make-believe. I'm wearing my red shoes, though, so I can always click them and get back here.