I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump.

“Wait a second, Andrea,” I hear you saying, “don’t you have a 365-day blog?!”

Yes. Yes I do. And it’s some of the only writing I’ve found the time to do lately.

In the last few days, I’ve cracked open my notebook and started jotting down thoughts and ideas that have been living in my head for the last couple months. It’s been good. But I think my brain is so deeply buried in Blog Land right now that I feel a little weird even attempting a story.

So I’m taking drastic measures.

Guys, here it is:

Novella

This is the first novella I wrote as an almost-adult. As you can see, my first draft was completed in July (hey, it’s July now!) 2003, making me…16 at the time.

I have very little idea what this novella is about at this point, 10 years later, aside from the fact that it has a horror edge to it and it was inspired by a nightmare I had.

I figure at this point, I’ve got nothing to lose but to see how it is.

(I’m sure it’s terrible.)

So, over the next few days, expect some life lessons from my masterpiece novella, which is untitled, but has clever chapter titles like And So It Begins… and The Fall.

For today, the lesson I’ve learned is this:

(A) Sometimes you’ve got to go back to the beginning (or a beginning of sorts – in all honesty, I wrote my first first novella at age six*).

(B) You can most definitely learn from past failures. (Right?)

Here goes nothing.

(Eeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!)

xA

*BRAGGY BRAG BRAG. I didn’t mean to sound that arrogant about it. I was a child genius. It’s really not that big of a deal.

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