Well. My fourteen month adventure into the strange world of fiction writing came to a conclusion. The end of a first draft. The end of a novel length piece of fiction.

I really won’t have a sense of what it all means until I actually read my own work though. That is on the schedule for mid to late February. A first read. That will be the point at which I am sure to have something to say.

So, here at the change of projects and a turn of the year, I find that writing in this fashion has become almost as much of a habit as my personal journals. I miss it. So I have plans to work on some formal sonnets–to prepare myself for editing my draft. I have a very lyric prose, formal poetry will only aid me in getting the right rhythm.

But also I am playing around at the moment with a little fan fiction–just something silly. It’s really like picking a few elements out of hat and writing a little something to fit them all in. Just something light while I transition. I may move into writing assignments–I have a virtual ton I could turn to–and as you already know, I am a fan of tutorials. Same thing. The exact same thing.