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It doesn't matter what I write or even say about writing.  I still need to actually write something in order to call myself a writer, a poet, or an author.  Yes, writing is hard.  That's the truth.  It doesn't matter how many cups of coffee I drink.  It's not going to make me a better writer if I don't pick up a pen, or sit my ass down in a chair and type away on the laptop.  Even if what I write isn't perfect I know now that I can always go back and fix it or even delete it.  Hemingway, King, Bradbury and so many others are right about their advice on writing.  Listen and learn from them.        

So far it's going along really slowly.  I thought by now that I would have at least a few chapters done, but all I've got so far is just a few paragraphs.  I'm thinking of just starting over from scratch.  I just need to sit back and  gather up all my notes and make time to write and write and write.  So as I stated in an earlier post it's going to take a lot longer to finish the novel than expected and once again, so be it.  Hopefully I will have it done before I turn 40 (hopefully).