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Ready to Bleed Like Hemingway!

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed.—Ernest Hemingway

In my case, the laptop, but I never thought of writing fiction as bleeding. But, it really is. I just completed about an hour of research online for a screenplay I’m focusing on. That’s a big feat considering that I’m making dinner and keeping my children entertained in the next room.

So, I’m taking a break from writing so I can….write some more. Crazy?Yes. I wonder why I even bother sometimes. Why can’t I be obsessed about something else or satisfied with just being a Navy wife, homemaker, mother of two wonderful, amazing kids?

Why? Why is it that when I get a story idea I can’t think of anything else. My brain squeezing out scenes and storylines before I finally fall asleep, praying that I will remember the next morning, something brilliant I created in my head. Why am I fleshing out characters, giving them quirks and making myself care about them like they were real? Why is it that I have a y…