There are so many twists and turns when you write like mad, trying to make your quota, trying not to go back and edit. I can't help myself -- I need to edit, clean up, elaborate, develop.
Today at nine p.m. I jump on a plane heading for Tenerife -- a long flight! Some great writing time perhaps!!!
I am writing now at an average rate of 1,000 words an hour. As fast as I can think ... I can type. When I am in this mode I am so focused that I may seem a little crazy but it is amazing -- like watching a movie -- no time to think -- my characters are coming to life and taking charge.
I am so thankfull that I like the characters in my book -- National November Writing Month would seem pretty long if I didn't! lol
TITLE: Stream of Consciousness
EXCERPT:
Chapter Two – Inception
[The establishment or starting point of something; the beginning.]
Does it begin in the beginning or when we figure it out?
One day my unspoken words sprung back to life with vengeance. A local TV show was on. The interviewer, a middle aged stocky woman with a kind face was talking to a girl, perhaps fifteen who had been stalked by a man in dark older model car.
Like me, when approached she had said she didn`t need a ride. Like me she hadn`t said a word to anyone. But unlike me, one day on her walk home from school she had been snatched off the street, raped, ferociously beaten, bitten, and discarded, left to die on the side of the road.
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