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*misogynistic…that must have been Freudian. And, perhaps, synonymous.

Louise clearly wanted me to meet Betty…they were on the same shelf. Not certain I’ll post any sketches. Not soon, at least.

I’m watching, tears streaming so rapidly I can’t even see the screen, remembering the work I did that moved me towards a new life all those years ago. I knew zilch but I knew it was working, this practice of Beingness.

The current book is YA. Though, I should probably be writing for toddlers.

When I get to a place of “writer’s block” these days, I set the timer and dare the characters to surprise me. The method is simple: Allow a character to tell a story using an aspect of a emotional experience I’ve had, even if it’s a minute moment. In return, I have promised to write at least 300 words a day in their honor. We’re habituating. It’s a spiritual relationship, for sure. Imagination always is.

“Because despite what you might think, this book is about so much more than just plot. The word “plot” on its own is pretty useless. It’s just a series of events that happens in a story. But structure is the order in which those events happen and, maybe even more importantly, the timing of when they happen. Then you add a character who needs to change and does by the end, and Presto! You’ve got a story worth telling. Plot, structure, and character transformation.” ~ Jessica Brody on what she likes to call, the “Holy Trinity of Storytelling.”

…and the Universe does what it does.

Now, the Peer Reader—she has done a bit of theater. I like those sorts bc they can often see themselves in a part which helps invest them in the script. I can ask questions around character believability and dialogue flow. They’re the reliable ‘back to the drawing board’ folk.

I’m so thankful I was raised on Wolfman Jack.

I wish that person well. I’d not met a bibliophile quite like them. Covid sucks.