I'm writing a non-fiction book with my daughter and finding it quite delightful. No wondering what the characters would wear or whether I've gotten the politics of the era correct. I don't have to weave in those sub-plots or stew over what the character would be feeling when I've backed him into a corner. This one is just straight-forward. Not a secondary character in sight - my Patty and I are characters enough.
Still, it's still proven more difficult to write than I would have thought. I'm finding that I'm editing my entries as often as I do my fiction work, and discovering, as I do each time I re-read my words, that I often write drivel the first time. And second. And . . . Sigh.
In my next life I've going to be a cat.
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