There are a few abiding truths about my life. One is that I’ve always been and always will be a writer. I’m not sure I ever actually owned that one until I started blogging. But a quick glance back through my personal history suggests that it’s always been the case. I remember my sister and some our friends created an extended story, a “movie” that we built our play around; complete with characters and plot. At some point, I pulled myself up in front of a typewriters and banged out a “script” of about 30 pages. (Which, at the time, I thought was rather long.)
Then there was the point, somewhere around with 6th grade, that I tried to write a Civil War novel. I managed to get through the war in seven chapters, before I quit upon realizing that I’d totally ripped off Margaret Mitchell. After that, I might have attempted another novel or two, but never finished one.
Until November 2005. That was when discovered National Novel Writing Month and decided to take the plunge. Four weeks and 50,000+ words later, I finished a first draft of my novel.
Of course, it’s not finished yet.
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