I promised you some updates on my writing. Iād forgotten how much time it takes to set up the initial āworld,ā ātimeline,ā and ācharacter bibleā for a new project. Itās vital to have a clear view establishedāsort of like the border pieces of a jigsaw puzzleābefore you begin to build the stories that will make up the overall picture.
This is a process I generally love. Itās purely creative and filled with surprises. For instance, I was in my storage room where Iād moved boxes of stuff from my old office that didnāt fit in my new office--you know how that goes, right? No real use for it but you canāt throw it away?āwhen I stumbled across a folder I didnāt recognize. Inside I found some old treasures from high school. Sketches my artist boyfriend made and a poem I wrote for him. A love poem. Neatly printed on paper that says: daydreams of Debbie.
I have no memory of that paper. I donāt recall writing the poem, but itās definitely my handwriting, dated: May 1, 1970. When I showed it to Paul, he looked at me with pure bafflement and asked, āWas that written about me?ā
Uhā¦yes. Apparently, I never showed it to him back then. Not surprising since weād only been dating eight months. (Have you done the math? Thatās nearly 51 years ago.)
Brace yourself. Itās cheesy. (But donāt be surprised if you see it in my next book.)
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