On the Edge of the Dawn
Soon, it begins.
The harried words flowing from fingertips to outer space, only to be wrangled back into some form our eyes can understand and translate thusly to our brains and minds and souls.
Soon, plot outlines will become bits of chapters and character sketches will take on depth and form and move about on a stage that, up until now, only existed on crammed together notepads. Soon, personas will take on flesh and names will bear attitudes and words to convey them with. Dialogues will ensue, as will events and occurrence that lead inevitably to the end of the novel.
You may have guessed it, or if you are still as ignorant as I was only a few weeks ago, you will never have a chance. If you have guessed, then you are correct. The first of November is quietly, stealthily approaching. But, this year, I will be ready for it.
And, when the day dawns, I pray for Godspeed and endurance, as I will need it. For when the day dawns, I will sit down at this very spot and begin to weave a tale to end all tales. Or, perhaps, simply to compose a list of details and characteristics long enough to stretch enough pages and contain enough words, so as to be called a "novel".
Only the end of November and the dawning of the winter will tell the tell-tale truth of my abilities as a writer. At this point, I am very optimistic.
You will soon see how long it lasts.
The harried words flowing from fingertips to outer space, only to be wrangled back into some form our eyes can understand and translate thusly to our brains and minds and souls.
Soon, plot outlines will become bits of chapters and character sketches will take on depth and form and move about on a stage that, up until now, only existed on crammed together notepads. Soon, personas will take on flesh and names will bear attitudes and words to convey them with. Dialogues will ensue, as will events and occurrence that lead inevitably to the end of the novel.
You may have guessed it, or if you are still as ignorant as I was only a few weeks ago, you will never have a chance. If you have guessed, then you are correct. The first of November is quietly, stealthily approaching. But, this year, I will be ready for it.
And, when the day dawns, I pray for Godspeed and endurance, as I will need it. For when the day dawns, I will sit down at this very spot and begin to weave a tale to end all tales. Or, perhaps, simply to compose a list of details and characteristics long enough to stretch enough pages and contain enough words, so as to be called a "novel".
Only the end of November and the dawning of the winter will tell the tell-tale truth of my abilities as a writer. At this point, I am very optimistic.
You will soon see how long it lasts.
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