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Hello friends!

This post is kind of an update on where I am, but I will manage to wedge some encouragement and inspiration in, never fear.

Last week my blog topped 1000 views total!  This really is inaccurate because many of these views are from bots spamming my blogsite to see if it gets enough traffic to take down or to latch on to my readers, so be sure you are clearing your cookies and using security software.  But I will take my milestone any way I come by it :)

Yesterday was my birthday, and I celebrated turning a quarter of a century by doing as little as possible.  One of the presents I received from my husband is an online writing course from Gotham Writers' Workshop.  I would gush about how awesome they are, but you have the internet and I gave you the link, I believe in your ability to connect the dots.  Needless to say, I am ecstatic!

A couple weeks ago, my partner at work asked me what I thought made a good author.  He was thinking it would be something like being well traveled, understanding people, stuff like that.  Basically, he was thinking that how an author came up with ideas determined how "good" the author was.  I paraphrased for him this story, told here by the man himself, Jim Butcher, in 2008.
There, ladies and gentlemen, is not only an argument, but proof, that if you have the skills, the chops, the know-how, it doesn't matter what kind of mojo you do or don't have going on, you can write a great story.

This is why I'm so excited to be starting a creative writing class.  I have more ideas every day.  But if I can't effectively communicate them, they will never be anything more than potential stories, locked away in my brain.

So, now that it is past my birthday, and my month and a half hiatus from writing is over, I'm getting back to my Neif, I'm editing my Nombies, and I'm doing more critiquing today.  I hope you are getting some good writing done, too!

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