A BLOG ABOUT MY WRITING and THE THOUGHTS THAT DISTRACT ME

Ready to Get Rolling Again! Yea! Draft 2

Hi Folks,   Loyal Folks!

I’m a new person.  Born anew.  After I had gotten rejected (my first and only one), I had become unplugged.  I have been “lost” for weeks.  Directionless.  My mind had been wandering aimlessly, not knowing what direction to take my story into.  My story I’m so in love with.   This story where my characters belong.

How was I ever going to REwrite my novel?  I was so committed and attached to the first draft.  Then the rejection and CRASHHHHH!

Finally, I have an idea.  I read the first chapter of one of Ernest Hemingway’s masterpiece’s and I’ve got it!  It gave me the idea, the direction.  That wheel in my head is turning and turning now. Whoopee!

I know where I want to start, and it is in a WHOLE new direction.

See ya.  Gotta get to work.

Jacqué D. Howard

worD oF ThE DaY

poignant

pungently pervasive *a poignant perfume*
2 a (1) : painfully affecting the feelings : PIERCING (2) : deeply affecting : TOUCHING  b : designed to make an impression : CUTTING *poignant satire*
3 a : pleasurably stimulating  b : being to the point : APT
synonyms see PUNGENT, MOVING
–poi-gnant-ly adverb

taken from Merriam Webster’s dictionary

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Writing Goals

My First Completed EbookNovember 11th, 2013
I will put my first Ebook on Amazon

The Background: Swamp Scene in Avoyelles Parish

The scene is a swamp in Louisiana, my home state. It is also the setting of my beloved story that I will finish one day, even if I have to take it up to Heaven in a folder with a pen. God would say, "you're still carrying around that thing?" I would nod my head and give him a humble blink, my pen and paper in hand. He would then ask, "so how are you going to get it to your audience when you're done?" I would gulp and give him another humble blink. Then I'd look down at my work and a grin would grow on my face . . . (you won't get it until after you read my book, once I do finish it. . .)
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