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Dear Flyboy,

It's been a while since I wrote you. I've missed you but I didn't know what to say to you anymore. I've felt like I've been talking in circles in your story for years and just not getting anywhere and, to tell you the truth, I was starting to wonder if it was worth the trouble. I was starting to think that maybe your story was just for me and that maybe I ought to let it go.

Then along came April and National Poetry month. I wrote all these poems about my dad that I never knew and I started thinking about how much you and I were alike, how many questions we both have about our pasts.

April surprised me with all the feelings that got stirred up inside of me. Things I didn't think bothered me started to bother me something fierce and things that should have pissed me off didn't seem like such a big deal. Hurts I thought I had buried a long time ago came bubbling up to the surface to hurt me all over again but by the end of the month I had a few more answers than I'd had at the beginning of the month and even if I didn't like the answers, well, they were my answers to my story.

Which got me thinking about you and Wilson and Tate and how, if I'm going to tell your story, the right story, I'm going to have to hurt you. A lot.

I'll just go ahead an apologize for that now.

Signed,
me

This week got away from me. I thought about blogging on Thursday and Friday but I missed it. I have a good excuse though. I've been working on Flyboy. In my actual office even.

1. I started this week with seven chapters of a sloppy draft of Flyboy. The goal being to get all the main characters introduced and show a couple of flying scenes. Goal met.

2. It was a really, really sloppy draft. So much so that a couple of times I wanted to cry because I thought I had forgotten how to write. I recovered enough to realize I do know how to write but am still not sure I know how to write this story.

3. Began revising. Why now? Because I wanted to get this partial into shape enough to send to my agent.

4. This week I printed out what I had written. Made changes in hard copy. Input changes. Went through and let Word highlight all my typically overused words. I am now on Chapter Four excessive word use clean-up.

5. After I finish #4, hopefully in a few hours, I will print it all out and go through it one more time. Then I will have no excuses left and have to face the, (cue the music) dreaded synopsis.

6. Plant Kid is still whispering in my ear though. He told me he wants his own blog and I about had a heart attack.

1. I am on page 47 of Flyboy's story.

2. I have written all week.

3. I made it over a mini hump in the story.

4. I did some clean-up, some deleting.

5. I am still on page 47 of Flyboy's story.

In response to yesterday's letters to characters they, in return, have written back.



Dear Author,
There's that saying about hiding in plain sight and how it makes it harder for people to find you. Do you think that's true?

Letting people know what I am really feeling gives them power. Giving away your power is never a good thing. Trust me on that.

Signed,
Flyboy

Dear Author,
I'm a woman in a man's world, of course I'm tough. But I'm a mom too. Don't forget about that.

Signed,
Edna
 

Dear Author,
Have you ever done something and wished you could undo it? Have you ever had to wake up every single day of your life and sit across the breakfast table from someone who reminds you, just by his appearance about how much you screwed up?

Any guts I had rotted out years ago. You know that. I know I was an idiot many times over. I know he is going to find out the truth. And I know that everything is going to hit the proverbial fan when he does.

Signed,
Flyboy's dad

Dear Author,
If you would give me a name I might tell you where I am. Until then you're out of luck.

Signed,
Girl
 

Imagine! I wish I could distribute flyers to publishers as easily as this. I may just use this illustration on the envelopes I will be using to send out the next package of promotional materials.

Day 2
337 words.

1 new log book entry.

An obsession with the Master Switch.

And 7 possible ways to begin the story.