An overwhelming task.
I was just looking through a big ol' stack of papers on one of my bookshelves that is mostly comprised of my life's writing. Damn, I've had a good time with writing in my life. There was the collection of poetry I created when I was 16, illustrated with silly black Sharpie sketches and red, blue, and yellow crayons. There are the seemingly
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I feel like I could write something BIG. But I don't know where to begin. Collecting stories from journals, etc, over summer 2005 turned into 80 pages of memories-turned-almost-stories, and a lot of it was very good. A lot of those turned into the columns that the local paper has been publishing each month since January.
I just couldn't figure out...how to thread them together...
And two years have passed since then!
My mom keeps saying "You have a novel in you," and I keep thinking "I'm a historian and I'm going to write history books first."
But it's there. One day....
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