I looked out over the frozen white waves enveloping the entire landscape. This world that I had become so familiar with, was like a bleached sanctuary. Everything was clean and safe within these boundaries. And so the snow fell, purposefully. To protect, to heal, to welcome every late sunrise and early sunset. Here, wisdom to the cold could mean wonderment, or death. |
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Spoke with friend who is also working on a book.
Very motivating.
I think about my book, but would like to write more.
Perhaps can just write it here in journal form to be easily and well kept online. |
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Started thinking about my characters again and their stories.
Some stories I can fill in on my own, but some might need the help of some people who have lived the aspects I'm looking for.
A very lovely message from someone on StickK really encouraged me to return to my thoughts. Thank you very much to everyone who looked at my page, and thank you to the person who posted! |
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Thought it might be a good time to start researching characters.
Thinking of names: Pippa, mehee, Esther, Jackie |
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