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Just Write

So you want to be a writer? Well sit down. Close the door. And write.

This may sound terribly elementary, but if you want to be a writer, you have to write. Singers sing. Teachers teach. Musicians play their instruments; and writers write. There's so much to learn about the craft, the skill. There's so much to learn about marketing and networking, but those things are superfluous. Sure, you need them to get published; but they aren't the heart of it. Marketing isn't what moves you. Networking isn't the unquenchable flame that causes your soul to swell, that brings you to the point of bursting when your words have been imprisoned for too long.

I'm preaching to myself here. My first book is about half written. I am filled with cacoethes for it to perfectly represent the story that lives in me. I must have characters that are engaging, easy to befriend (or hate), cheer on, laugh with, cry with, rejoice with. The plot has to be filled with suspense, humor, creativity, and believability so much so that I find myself using a nit comb as I read and re-read what I've already written, tearing apart dialogue, paragraphs, sentences, and individual words. It has to be just right, but what does that matter if the story is never fully realized? How disappointing is a well-written half-story with no climax and no conclusion!

Answer: VERY!

I think I'll go off-line now and open up Word.

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