I love writing fiction. The genre is fun. When I write stories, I become the observer. I follow the principals I learn from reading and draw back on the classes I took in writing in college.
The novel I am writing is coming together nicely. The entire story came to me in a dream to fight the helplessness I see happening in our Country. The pandemic, riots, and politics. Dreams mask my true feelings. I have cancer, stage 4, If I thought about my medical problems as much as I do with what happens in the next paragraph I would sink into madness.
I am on the first drafts of the first section of my novel, my writing in the second section is getting better. I have found my writing is evolving the more I write. Especially since the cancer has wreaked havoc on my hands and I type with two fingers. I used to type 70 words per minute. The good old days. Also, I have a hazy cancer brain and cannot sit for a long time because of the bone cancer in the spine. Fun, but reality.
My friend Jim, a retired English teacher, has agreed to edit my novel. He is also a local singer songwriter. I have not given him any pages yet, but I will soon. I am going to add a page to my blog Overall Happiness, for you pleasure. Peace