It is July! I’m not really here (even moreso than usual), because it is Camp NaNoWriMo and I don’t have enough time to focus on anything but that. As of the time of Writing this I still am not quite sure what I’m going to be Writing, but I know I’m going to Write a lot. It’s not as if I don’t have a lot of ideas that need to actually have their own space on paper. Stop editing in your head, edit on paper. That should be my motto.
In other words, I am working on the final edits of my first book. It may fall a little to the wayside this month, but I will be finishing it the month after. Before the end of the year I will finally be published. As long as I Write that here, I can’t chicken out, right? That’s how accountability works, right?
I will no longer be updating every day, but I’m certain everyone will not mind. In the long term, I will be Writing more. And eventually people will be reading more, because there will be more to read. This blog has been good practice for me and it will continue to be.
To prove some of my dedication to you, here is a sample from the up and coming “Alice to Wonderland Organization”.
The Hatter grinned at her.
Lia believed she had never seen such a large grin on anyone in her life. It did not fit on his face. Even Alice seemed to notice it. While at first Lia had thought the man a bit eccentric, or the sanity in this world simply had a different definition, the smile seemed to fix her current perception.
“I’m mad?” The Hatter laughed. “We can’t help this! We’re all mad here. I’m mad, you’re both mad.”
“Why are we mad?” Lia struggled to keep her courage up. She failed with that endeavor, but Alice had gripped at her arm and Lia could not have moved away even if she tried. The Hatter chuckled, hat sliding down his face. His finger pushed the brim up once more.
“You have to be, or else you wouldn’t have been invited.”
“We were invited?” Lia asked.
“You never invited us, you just stopped saying ‘no’,” Alice reminded him.
The Hatter let out a long sigh. “I didn’t say ‘invited to tea’ now, did I?”
Lia cast aside any illusions she had held of receiving any answers from the Hatter. She rubbed at her head, wishing the itchiness would subside. “We should go,” she told Alice. Alice, though looking quite puzzled, did not argue. The women stood up.