I Touch the Fire

I'm still writing.

Not much.  Not regularly.  Not even well.

But I'm still going.

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The last few months have been…hard.  I feel increasingly disillusioned.  

Disconnected. 

But I re-read Traditor for the first time in a long time, recently.  It is flawed, and rough…and I still love it.  I may be the only one, if the responses from agents and publishers (and grad schools…and writing contests…and friends…) are any indication.  But I love it.

I feel like maybe the only purpose I have in life is to tell Mer’s story.  It’s all there, in my head…waiting to be free.

I think I’ll give 500 words another try.