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NaNoWriMo is kicking my butt. That’s okay. I knew it would. It’s also okay if I don’t reach the 50,000 word goal. The real reason for joining NaNoWriMo was to be held accountable, to get over the fear and start writing. Life After is a story I will not attempt to publish, for several reasons. Though technically fantasy, it has a lot of autobiographical themes. I’m writing it more because I need to write this story. I must expel it from my psyche. It will be a learning tool and it will help me grow as a writer.

Teaser from Life After (please remember this is from a very, very, very icky rough draft):

Memories flooded my lungs. Instead of a warm fuzzy feeling I felt like every cell in my body had atrophied. I convulsed. I screamed. I cried. But nothing eased the transformation and no one paid any attention to the woman freaking out in the fourth booth. They didn’t see me. I wasn’t here.

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