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Two years ago

Two years ago, I started writing again. I very clearly remember when the idea for a story came to me - my husband was driving us home after dinner with friends and I was staring out the window. We'd had a massive freak snow storm and the world was covered in white. There were almost no cars on the highway. And staring out the window, a girl's voice popped into my head. As soon as we got home, I pulled open a notebook and started writing. Three weeks later I had my first novel.* It took me at least a week to admit to my husband I was writing a book and that was extremely scary. To this day, I have only said, "I write books" out loud to two of my friends (more do know, but they learned through other means). It's amazing to think only two years have passed, because I can't remember my life without writing and the worlds I create. I can't imagine my life without my writer friends. I can't imagine my life with my office shelves not overflowing with YA books that I adore. I'm not sure there's much of a point to this post except these two years have been some of the hardest, and most rewarding, of my life. I love being a writer.

Also, slightly late, but I totally won NaNoRevMo. Finished my first massive overhaul of Before at 8:30 pm on November 30th. In the end, I even added 10k+ words. One more short round of edits and then it goes to my crit partners...WAHOO! 
*Which is properly shelved because... O.O Oy.

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