So, now that I've committed myself to Seascape and secured a friend to ride shotgun, I guess I gotta write! Like any other skill, we have to practice to get better and I haven't been practicing much lately. Now that I work only three days a week one would think I'd have plenty of time to write. Well, my time is spent on the porch thinking about writing, thinking about what my characters might be up to and thinking about that long line of people holding hardcover editions of my awesome story in their hands waiting for me to autograph them. Which begs the question, what is the real motive here? Is it that long line of fans? Is it the table stacked with my books, bookmarks and chapsticks? I thought long and hard about this and came to the conclusion that it's the women I write about. They're real women. Their names are fictional, but they're real. They walk among us, most hiding their trouble, just trying to fit in. I admire the women who choose to not take the easy way out. To go for the gusto. To make their own lives happen.
You go, girls!