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Lines of note: Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed  So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road

I'm learning to let things go. Or maybe it's not so much that I'm learning to let things go, but that my perspective or focus has shifted; that I'm learning to temper my expectations, my impatience, my fire. Because I used to be of the mind of going 0 to 100, but I'm learning to gradually increase from 0 to 3, to 6, etc. It's taken me a while and, while I cannot say that I have full control, I know that things are getting better and, maybe, by this time next year, I'll have finally learned how to #adult.

Third attempt to start the week off on the right foot. So far, January has been cold, busy, and loved up! I've had the pleasure of seeing my girls at least once per week and I've watched three different movies in theatres (which you know is my favourite!). Things are going wonderfully and I feel as though they're only going to get better. I've also decided that I'm not going to do things I don't have to do. I'm going to be more selfish and more reckless and I'm going to enjoy every second of this magical new year! Thirty is coming up fast and I'm not going to rest on my laurels. I'm going to pursue my writing career; I'm going to write a screenplay; I'm going to pitch to a magazine; I'm going to make a buttload of money; I'm going to spend said money on things I want ; I'm going to meet new people; I'm going to hit on the attractive men in my life and I'm not going to feel sad or angry if things don't pan out t...

She doesn't know whether the resentment she feels is valid. She knows that he did everything in his power to help her; is aware that he's put himself out for her; and yet, she resents him. She resents that he believes she needs his help. She resents that he knows she'd be lost without him. Most of all, she resents that he didn't choose her in the end. It's never easy when one person loves more than another. She's proof that things don't ever work out the way we want them to. She watches him walk away, her gaze faltering slightly when he reaches his wife. She bites down on her cheek, willing the traitorous tears to stay in their ducts. She feels his eyes on her and, when she meets his remorseful gaze, she feels the anger rise up like lava in an active volcano. She turns on her heel, leaving him, leaving the life she dreamed she'd have when he'd choose her, leaving her old life in ruins. She walks with purpose, her heels click-clacking on the c...

I just finished my first short story. It's very short. I think that's about the only definite thing I can say about it, seeing as I'm not overly keen with the actual story or writing. Still, I want to keep my writing mojo going; I don't want to fall into a weird habit of not writing and then having to re-work those creative muscles back again when I finally write my novel. Because I want to make one thing clear to everyone -- especially myself -- NaNoWriMo taught me that I can write a novel. It showed me that I have the stamina and perseverance to write every day and to actually form a narrative. Knowing what I do post-Nano, I know that it's only a matter of time until I write my book. However, I know that I have to work hard to keep writing. I might write a little bit every day on this blog, but it's rarely a short story. In order for me to improve as a storyteller, I know that for me, personally, creative writing is the way to go. So, although the story I ...

Now that November has come to a close and that I'm not obligated to put fingers to keyboard and write, I'm in a weird mood. I wrote the 50 K so I am a winner , but I didn't finish my story. I had about seven scenes left to write, including the conclusion, and a handful of unfinished scenes to complete, but in my quest to attain 50 K words, the story fell by the wayside and I'm left with an unfinished tale. And now, a day after I reached 50,293 words, part of me feels compelled to visit Adia and Nate and Brendan and finish their story. Tamara asked if I would finish my story, given that I want to keep writing. To be honest, as tempting as that idea is, I think I'm going to wait to finish it. NaNoWriMo makes the Wrimos (the name they use for anyone who participated) promise they'll revise their novel in the "Now What?" months, January and February. Waiting until then will be better because I'll be looking at my story with fresh eyes. I'm not en...

November 30, 2015 will go down as the day I reached 50K words after a thirty-day endeavour to write my first novel. November 30 is also Lucy Maud Montgomery's date of birth. As anyone who knows me can attest, I've always wanted to be LM Montgomery.  Having achieved this goal, I feel like I have a leg up on my writing career.