Writing lately has been extremely difficult for me. No, I'm not having "the block" again. My time has become sparse. Studying for the ELA 4-8 exam, reading 8th grade material, and taking care of two
spoiled well-loved dogs has consumed my summer. However, I did manage to squeeze in some writing tonight as my two puppies snuggled next to me.
The bakery that Sawyer owns is getting ready for their annual Christmas Eve party, and everyone will be in attendance. Sawyer begins reminisce about what Christmas Eve used to be before everything happened and finds herself longing for tradition. The important thing that you have to remember about writing is to make sure
you would enjoy reading
your book. "You are your worse critic." That phrase comes to life when you decide to finally put your ideas down on paper. As I was writing tonight, I found myself laughing out loud. I'm sure Chase thought I was
crazy beautiful. One of my minor characters is an old man named Peter Fields. He owns the bookstore across from the bakery and is Poppy's "BFF." Peter enjoys playing the saxophone at Christmas Eve and last year he thought it would be funny to learn
Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer and play it for Poppy. I'm sure Granny Day was giving him a snide remark from heaven.
Laughing at your own material is good for the soul. Have you laughed lately?
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