Kyra here
It’s 9-11. Can you believe how long it’s been?
Never forget. I don’t think anyone will. My heart goes out to everyone who lost family in the tragic events. xoxoxox
A quick bit about writing.
I am doing rewrites every thirty or so pages. Still not sure if I enjoy this new little story or if it’s too wacky for my writing. I suppose we will see.
How often do you rewrite? Every page? Every two pages? Every sentence?
It’s the first time I’ve written a rough draft this fast. It usually takes ages and ages and ages. But I’ve actually been getting words on the page. Words that {I think}have relevance, and make sense. That might be because my laptop doesn’t get internet at work anymore. It sucks, but seems to help my writing.
My weekly writes with Mom have happened every week. Yes, some days we only write for an hour, maybe less, but at least we’re meeting. Brainstorming. Reading to each other.
I watched the first season of Game of Thrones yesterday. I’m really pissed off about it. So maybe that’s a good thing. Made me feel emotion, or something. {I’ve never read the books because that just isn’t my thing. But I might have to give them a try now.}
I have three months to figure out a life plan. {Where I’m going to live. If I should stay. All that jazz.} It’s stressful.
Olive went missing last week. I was certain that something awful had happened to her. But she is fine.
I write about dead dogs all the time. So it was a surprise to have one actually live through the night.
I’m going to read more. And talk about books.
Yeah.
Throwing Up Words 