On Why I Will Not Give Up

I seem to be terrible at keeping these things going, but I want to change. I want to write, I want to write fiction and I want to write to you. I want to write about my crazy, insane family, I want to write about all the things I dream of and the things I never dreamed I could do.

That's why I'm going to keep this blog going.

If you've been following from the beginning, I did complete nanowrimo, in fact. I hit at just about 51,000 words in the month of November. Since then - well, I've stopped working on it. I know, I know. That's not something writers are supposed to admit to. I got distracted. I didn't lose interest in my characters (because I don't think I could ever do that), but I hit writers block and I didn't push past it.

I want to. I love those characters, from fairy-tale Adelaide to wronged-brother Jason. I love them all, good and bad and shades of gray. They are humans in their own right, because when you write characters, who is to say that characters don't become real people, in a sort of way? I believe that they do.

I believe that we make people, and that we make emotions, whenever we write.

So, I do. I do want to continue.

And I will.