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Honorable Mention a Kick in the Pants...

Thanks to 1st honorable mention win in the West Virginia Writers Contest this week end for KILL ME OR DRIVE ME TO FLORIDA, I'm back in the saddle again and ready to spur this story on to more adventure. Therefore, I'll be adding more pages and as Hemmingway said re: finishing a novel, I'll "write on through to the end of the damn thing." If the Lord is willing and the creek don't rise. (I'm covering myself!)

Why is it that we need these little boosts to move us forward? Is it just me who can't seem to keep moving forward or are there others out there who need a fire lit under their behind to get them going again?

I love the story I'm working on. I love all the stories I've worked on. It just seems that life keeps intervening and I fall off the wagon much like an alcoholic who wants to leave alcohol alone but just can't because the need to drink is greater than the will not to.

Whatever the reason for falling away from my writing, I'm renewing my effort to write write write.

Of course we have a big family party coming up this week end and that means out of town family staying in the house with us and other family from out of town coming and going.

Am I already giving myself an excuse not to write?

No! I'll get through the week end which I'm anticipating with great joy and then next week when things die down again as they somehow always do, I'll write.

If you are having trouble getting back to your writing like me - let this be your kick in the pants to get back to your writing. Or to get started on any other project you've been putting off.

Let's make June, July, and August as productive as possible. And let me know how you're doing and what you're working on.

Blessings!

Comments

  1. I was so excited when they announced your name. Congratulations! Unfortunately, I didn't win anything and I got a little down, but I'm getting over it and I'm ready to go back to work.

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  2. Yay! Congrats!

    I need constant kicks and bumps and nudges to keep working, especially lately. I skipped conference, but I'm going to a writer's meeting tomorrow. Maybe that will give me the nudge I'm looking for.

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  3. We need a boost whenever our inner enthusiasm wanes. Glad you got yours!

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  4. I'm with ya! I needed to edit my story...my first...but put it off and was about to start a new story. Then I finaled in a contest, so on the slim chance that I am the winner, I need to edit...just in case. (The ultimate winner gets a read from an editor) So now I am editing. :) THEN, I'm gonna start something new and fresh!

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  5. Congratulations on your Honorable Mention!

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  6. Big congrats on your recognition. A well-deserved boost, and clearly the timing was perfect. You go.

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  7. I love the title! I want to read it. Is there a way that can happen?

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