So I decided to write whenever I felt the need to write. Now is one of those times. I probably shouldn’t be posting to the interwebs after having drank to celebrate the completion of my story, but I’m doing it anyways…
I have to bask in the feeling that is having finished a story. I started it a long time ago and just let it sit. That’s when I stopped writing.
I’m not sure why I stopped writing, but I did. It took me to take a trip into a different country (The USA), spend a weekend with great people at a great convention (Horrorfind 13, Gettysburg, PA) for me to find my urge to write again.
On the way back, with Dickie and I in the car, I worked on the story. I wasn’t driving, so that was easy.😀 In the long run, it took me 3 days to finish the story. Well end it… Just cause a story is ended, doesn’t mean it’s finished.
I wrote it, it’s 5079 words at the moment. I’m not done, it might shrink or grow. I also have no idea what to do with said story, once it is “finished”. I am smart though, when I’m not celebrating the ending of a short story, so I am sure I’ll figure it out.
All in all, my roommate’s sleeping, but I had to brag about my accomplishment of the day.
For now I’m off to bed, as I have a writing schedule to keep for the morning…
Who are you and what did you do with Mandy?
Doesn’t matter… I like the new Mandy.