I want to tell a story...

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Glimpses of a quilt-in-progress....

Taking a break this morning from reading The Hawk, although I have been racing through it, thoroughly caught up in the drama. Some chapters receive a minor tinkering, some are left nearly as is. At my current rate of more than two chapters a day, I might *finish* these edits by the end of month, whoa!

Yet that is a story I wrote years ago. Nice that I still enjoy it, don't misconstrue, but what I am now longing to write is the continuation of my current series, and not merely one book. Inspiration has been flying through my mind as I hand-quilt the fabric WIP, which is coming along well. Binding is wholly attached, another round of hand-stitches to confirm the entire kit'n'kaboodle will stay as one remains. Yet in that repetitive work, my gray matter fashions plots, characterizations, people's hopes and dreams. These folks aren't real, although who is to say what constitutes the manner in which we live.


Not to be overly ethereal this early on a Sunday, but.... These characters are VERY REAL to me, as are those in The Hawk. In rereading it, I have been reminded that I like a large cast, maybe making up for the family I embraced as a kid, being the youngest of many cousins, or am I using these fictional identities to take away the sting of living far from my own clan. Either way, it's a staple of my books to have people coming outta the woodwork, just how I operate. And now that a couple of paths are illuminated, oh my goodness am I ready to trek down those roads.

Ironically, in piecing together a later installment, I have a firm grasp of a quarter of what will be the actual next part of the overall tale, hah! Yet that book is theoretically a collection of four stories, hence the Four Corners moniker I've bandied about in previous posts. At this juncture, I don't know which book/story I'll write next, but notes have been made for each, timelines coming together at least in my head. Sewing has usurped many of my recent waking hours, but as I said, that quilt is on the home stretch, and despite a trip to my dentist this week to affix a crown, not much stands in the way of me sitting at my computer, opening a new document, then.... One way or another some bunch of lives will begin to breathe through the prose and dialogues, enabling me to inhale the marvelous sense of creative meandering that I've been graced to realize for eighteen years! Maybe it's the season, September in full swing, leading to October, then comes November.... I haven't participated in National Novel Writing Month in ages, but autumn hearkens to being indoors, telling tall tales.

Tacking on the back of the binding yesterday during tennis; Jessica Pegula lost, but she fought hard while on the court. Today's men's final will be my auditory entertainment as the hand-quilting continues.

My writing heart beats fast, fingers itching to produce more than these entries. My head needs a good clear-out of all those hopes and dreams, which I guess are also mine in some manner, lol. This is why I write, why I create, because no choice remains. Soon, I tell myself, finding Future Me nodding enthusiastically. Some story is waiting its turn in the novel queue....

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