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    Page 50 Happy Dance…

    I remember the days when I used to do the page 50 happy dance… I’m thinking I’ll be there tomorrow and I wonder if I’ll do the dance…hmmm… It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to page 50 on a new book. For the past 3 years, I’ve been rewriting already written stuff. So, this is a great position to be back in again. Truthfully, I can reach that goal tonight, which is really today a little after midnight, if I wanted to.  If I were willing to sacrifice an hour of my sleep. And the truth is, if I hadn’t watched the last episode of My So Called…

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    The Artist LIVES!!!

    Again. Bam. No, really, it has been a long journey to get back here, to come full circle like this.  I feel like I did when I hula-hooped again, a few weeks ago in Seattle. See, I used to hula-hoop all the time when I was 8 years old.  However for the last two years, I’ve tried it again, and couldn’t get it going. That’s until I met the hippy at the marketplace who gave me a lesson, sold me a solid hula-hoop and told me to just go for it, “believe in yourself!” And I did go for it. She turns to look at her hula hoop resting against…

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    To Mold Him is to Love Him

    I mean the love interests of my main character… It’s more difficult when you’re not in love with anyone–attracted to anyone–nor dream of anyone in your real world. Like–I know what sort of man turns my head, generally, and keeps it there for more than two seconds and… strange enough… he generally looks like that portrait of Jesus Christ… I kid you not. And the last time I saw this particular guy was at the Fremont Marketplace, he was walking down the center street, splitting the vendors with long blonde dreads, that sexy long thin face, shallow beard and mustache–a tall guy too but he was playing this strange instrument…

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    Another Fiction Fade…

    See… I write EVERYDAY… I mean, every-single-day… And now it’s 11:45PM and I can hardly keep my eyes open but the story that I’m now working on, thanks to my breakthrough of finally being able to embody the main character some–well, a lot–(okay, enough), has come to a halt on this Saturday, May 7th… and this sucks. I wonder, if days like these, which I call Fiction Fade days, go away once your published, successful and only do one thing for a living–building fictional worlds? I woke up at 11:00AM because I drove 50 miles out to my mom’s house yesterday evening, even after a full day of being sick–but…

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    Befriending the “Delete” Key…

    This morning I sat down to write… I was on page 3 of my new novel–and struggled writing the story up to that point. I mean, I saw my character move through the world and her reaction to it but she was sluggish somehow and I couldn’t speed her up. Get to it.  See… I chose a point of view (POV)/tense duo, I’ve never written in before (First Person/Present Tense). I sat there at my desk to try again–“read it,” I commanded myself. And frankly–I was bored by my prose. I know where she ends up (thanks to the outline)–and I want to see her get there not watch her…