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I got some great work started yesterday. I'd forgotten how great a pad of paper and a pencil could be.

When I was in early highschool - say grade 9 or 10 - I always did my rough drafts on paper.

My grade 6 teacher taught me something I will never forget:

"You always need an outline. No matter what you're writing. Otherwise, all your words will get lost along the way"

And since then, I have always written things exactly that way.

First, I would scribble out the ideas for the essay or story that I needed to write.

Then, I would use numbers to put them in order - a simple number circled beside the thought.

Then, you just write. Start with section one and continue through to the last section. I worry about the transitions after.

I did this yesterday. It felt great. I was so much more focused on the words and description then what was coming before or after.

When you're typing, it feels different - to me anyway. Like the typed words are written in stone and shouldn't be shifted around.

Pencil makes this easier. You can erase and rewrite. Use up the spaces you left when you wrote double spaced to allow for edits. Truly feel like it's coming from you - from the bottom of your heart or the centre of your brain out through the tips of your fingertips from your pencil to the page.

Who knows what I could come up with if I blogged like that.

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On a travel note, D and I are gearing up for going. He is already looking at places in our destination city and finding that we could probably get a pretty nice place in a good area for not too bad.

Still trying to figure out what to do for work. I will be cultivating some contacts before we go and hopefully my writing will be able to finance a lot of what we're going to be doing over there but if not, I know there are companies - publishing ones - that I would love to work for.

This blog may start become a trials and tribulations one as it was originally. As I always say - anything I experience is great for my writing. Think of all the characters I can create!

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