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Progress!

In a previous post, I mentioned I have resumed writing. It's good therapy and a fine creative release. Here's an update on my efforts:

I've completed one story and submitted it to the William Faulkner Literary Competition. It's a short piece and I don't expect anything to come of it, but I'm pleased with the story and submission.

A new short story has been started, a ghost story set in the South. This is quite natural, as I'm a Southerner who loves a good ghost story. It's set in a nearby town with Civil War history.

What began as a short story is now looking more like a novel. The idea is simple but as I was making notes, it dawned on me that this is much more than a short story. I plan to finish the aforementioned story before jumping into the longer piece.

Lastly, I'm taking notes furiously as ideas come.

I'm very much enjoying the return to writing. Unlike during previous attempts to write, I'm not doing it solely for publication. I'm writing for the pleasure of it and if I'm satisfied with the end result, that's enough for me.

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