I have three weblogs to write in this morning, and the thoughts are still swirling around in a vortex I must wait for to slow down and settle into place.
A writers group meeting last night, some great thoughts both in discussion and in the aftermath. The writing process, the workshopping, the urge to submission; all necessary babysteps in the direction of becoming a writer. From the first subtle hints that spark "What me? I don’t do that. They don’t understand," to the recognition but still sliding it through, to the eventual overcoming of bad habits. It’s a lot of work, it’s a lot of understanding, it’s a ballet that’s practiced and learned to a perfectly spun pirouette.
More to come.
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