Possibilities

Hey Mom,

       It was an extremely busy night at work and I am ready for bed. But I know I haven’t written in a few days so I thought I’d better get back to it before I fell out of the habit. I’m preparing myself to participate in NaNoWriMo again this year. Last year I wrote The Stalker’s Club and I’m still actively revising it. I think it’s getting better each time I go through it. At least it should be. I write something and come back to read it later and think “that’s horrible, how could I have thought that was any good at all?” That can mean one or two things: either I’m progressing and becoming a better writer because I look back and see how bad I was or I’m not progressing much at all because every time I go back and read what I’ve written and rewritten I still see that it was horrible.

       In other news, I may be a part of a collaborative writer’s channel on YouTube for NaNoWriMo this year. I’m waiting to hear from one of them if there’s a spot for me. I think there would be about four of us and each would take a day of the week and post our video about writing and advice/challenges/frustrations etc. I think it would be an interesting project. I need some friends who are writers and understand what I think about all the time and like to talk about it with all of the technical jargon too. Hopefully it works out. If not, then I may try and create my own channel and get some people to do it with me. With other people counting on my to do something I’m better about doing it on time.

       I feel like asking you how things are going and I really do wonder. I’m sure you’re doing a lot of work and helping people wherever you are; that’s the type of person you always were. It’s almost been a year and a half since you passed away in front of me. Sometimes it seems like it’s been an eternity and other times it seems just like yesterday. I know that’s a cliché thing to say, but I’m tired and you know what I mean. You knew me better than anyone else I think. And that’s the way it should be. You’re Mom. I’m going to let you go for now. Get back to work. I need to check on a few things and get to bed so I can get back up tonight and go to work again…save lives, make people upset, stick them with needles, etc. You know the business. Talk to you later. Love ya.