I'm so proud of myself because I spent a lot of time today on an original story I've been writing this summer. I think the darn thing is really coming together in my mind. My youngest son is visiting his grandparents for the first time in years, and the older kids basically ignore me anyway. Although I get lonely and complain about it most of the time, this "alone" time is starting to pay off a bit!

My story is a Fantasy, and, from the feel of it at this point, I think I'm looking at short to medium length novel. Today I really fleshed out a couple of my main characters and now have about two chapters. That probably doesn't sound like much, but I'm happy with it. If I can get two or three more done by the time school starts, I'll be content.

I wonder if it's bad to reflect on the writing process while I'm in the midst of it. I sure hope not! I've just been feeling excited about it, and no one around here really cares. In fact, I showed one of my short sketches to my mom today and she essentially said that it made no sense. My fault, though: I should know better than to share my writing with my mom. She's looking for Shakespeare or Jane Austen, and I'm just finding my own footing. Still, I can't think of anyone I'd rather discuss OTHER people's books with!