It seems like all I've been doing is paperwork. Yuck! I know this is our season, but a few words here or there wouldn't be such a bad idea.  I've been reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I think JK Rowling has really outdone herself. She has grown as a writer as her story has unfolded.  Like anything, the more one practices, the better one gets.  So what does that say about my own writing?  I'm back to writing more non-fictional, technical stuff, which means my creative stuff will get put on the back burner and it will be harder to finish.

I've been looking at my first novel - started but never finished - Love you much. It was good when I started it, but I think I'm a much better writer now. It needs to be reworked.  I'm 11 chapters into it and it cries for attention.  My second novel - started but never finished - Kate's Promise, has so much potential. It's a really good Young Adult novel that walks the line.  I had a publisher interested in it. He said it would sell. The market would be interested. And I must say I really haven't seen anything out there that compares.  So what happened?  I never finished it and now it sits on a notebook with notes and comments.  My third piece, The China Doll, is where I am right now.  She, the China Doll, sits on my dresser and talks to me... and I talk to her.  Her half-closed dead eyes look at me and question why I have not finished her story. "Work," I tell her. "Work. I need to do this first."

I always seem to have to do something else first.  Perhaps my problem is I don't set time aside for this part of me.  I write because... why do I write? Hmmmm.... Who cares what I have to say?  Who cares if I write everyday or once a week? Does it matter if no one reads what I write? I guess I really write for myself.  I've kept a journal, one with just my thoughts, but it's not enough. Why do I feel I need to write about anything?

I like to tell stories. All kinds of stories. So starting now, I will begin just telling stories about...