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[elsajeni]

Tonight, for some reason, I was seized with the urge to read through my Horrible Teenaged Novel, the product of my first National Novel Writing Month, at which time I was 16.

My God, it is bad. It's hopelessly bad. I had fantasies of making it into something publishable; I recognize now that it will never reach that state.

But I still love it. I love it, I think, more than anything else I've ever written. I love it fiercely. It was the first piece of writing I ever cared about, and it was goddamn miraculous.

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Hello from the UK

[(Anonymous)]

I just read your comment on the "Separated by a Common Language" blog. Noticing that you went to school in Houston, I couldn't help but check your link.

I wasn't born in Houston but lived there most of my life -- when I wasn't in Tulsa (hometown), Southern Illinois, or Manhattan. I was there from 1970 through 1986 (getting my undergrad degree at UH during the early 70s) and then again in 1993 until I moved here to the UK in December 2002. I've since married my English love-of-my-life (the reason I moved over here in the first place), and we live in a small village in the northern part of Oxfordshire. My office -- when I'm not out of the office running training classes -- is in Oxford.

Just thought I'd say hello. Hope things are going well in Houston. The last time John and I were back was in January 2007. I miss my friends there.

Janet
"Lord Celery"

http://lordcelery.blogspot.com

[nojh.livejournal.com]

Is that the novel where you spent like an hour ranting to me one time about how the characters aren't going where you want them to go, and that you had forgotten a character for several chapters? You never did let me read it.

[newtonsenigma.livejournal.com]

i wanna read it... someday.