I've been working steadily on my novel. This week my protagonist pushed her husband into their swimming pool and that felt goooood. Then things got tough for her. A breakdown of sorts. It was hard to write it. Today she is using her talents. But she's still in a lot of trouble.
I respect the process of writing immensely. I don't really understand it. It's a bit frightening at times. I've been working on this book for a few years. (Sporadically, at first). I'm in the second draft now. The first draft was written before Mr. Ex broke up our marriage. And now things are getting weird. I wrote scenes back then where the protagonist was packing up her house and moving out. Her husband was more or less kicking her out-- forcing her to go, and now I'm wondering what my sub-conscious was saying to me and how I knew it.
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