Writing Coach Phase She may be crazy

 To the no one that is reading this, I have hired a writing coach.  The absolutely brilliant and published kind.  The one that loves the English language and has dedicated her life to writing. 

Why ? Because at 49 I remember the young girl that wrote poetry about miracles and love and sadness and horses. I remember the joy of reading hours on end during my youthful summers but mostly because I have a story that won’t go away. 

It’s the story that has been creeping into my thoughts for the last ten years.  Characters , moments , details all invading my brain like a molasses dripping in winter. 

I have a lot of work to do as I don’t remember all the words to precisely put down what I want to convey. I do know that the story is good and with the right help anyone can accomplish more than their expected sum of what they imagine. 

I just hope I don’t frustrated this writer with my inadequate levels of help needed or maybe I can torture her enough she writes a wonderful story about the confederacy of dunces that is working with me. 

If you are considering doing something ... go for it . With all you have, surround yourself with people that support you and don’t doubt worry if you fail. 

That’s just learning ! 

Daily writing incoming on this site as it’s my new exercise.  Any comments on prose would be appreciated. Love it ? Hate it ? Help me become better by commenting. 

Love 

ML

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