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Hey friends!  It's Friday already?

Loryn Brantz
I've been thinking about what I have to do to finish my current projects, and how to stay on track with finishing those and starting new ones.  Sometimes Pinterest brings you what you need, and this time it brought me to Kristen Kieffer's She's Novel site and the post about the Drafting Cycle.

You can (and you should) go to her site and read all about it.  Instead of pushing through each of my projects to the point I'm exhausted and no longer care about them, I'm going to alternate month by month to keep my momentum.  Here's what that's going to look like:

     June: finish draft of The Neif

     July: finish draft of Spitfire (and Camp NaNoWriMo!)

     August: finish draft of/edit The Neif

     September: finish draft of/edit Spitfire

     October: Prep for NaNoWriMo

     November: NaNo '16!

I have more to finish of The Neif than of Spitfire, so I'm hoping the push of Camp Nano in July will help me get caught up.  I am setting myself a daily minimum wordcount goal of 500 words (peanuts compared to NaNo) and will be keeping you guys updated on my progress to keep myself accountable.  I am also going to really try to be good and not do any more planning for this year's new story until October, because I know getting excited about Spitfire kind of killed any desire for me to keep working on The Neif two years ago.  Here's to good intentions!


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Oh Icharus!  Is that the sun you fly towards?
Our wings are strong.  I made them.  
They have carried us this far.
Lo, your wax is melting,
But the sun does not push you away;
It consumes you.

Over the course of this last year and a half, I have been thinking about the phrase "to work tirelessly."  On face value, you keep working when you get tired.  But in reality, it means there is no stopping point.  There is no giving up.  In the absence of a door, in the face of an unscaleable wall, you get out the sledgehammer and carry on.

Violence like we've seen this week produces the kind of feeling in the pit of my stomach that makes me want to fall over the back of the chair to vomit to have done with it.  But the response I have seen reaffirms in me that if a few people can cause this much pain, every person that decides to value life, to hold out mercy, to expect and pray for the best, can overcome that hate.

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