not quite there yet, but...

I started writing this WIP of mine for various reasons.

As you all know, it started as a contest entry for one of Jason's competitions. It gained no medal or special price whatsoever, but readers found it likeable and suggested to expand the original 250-word piece.

And I gladly started doing so.

Now the word count is 5,200 - including the newest addition of... uhm:47 words, yes, forty-seven... I wrote this very today whooohooo!

This made me wonder about the fate of Halo.

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I am almost a hundred percent sure that it will not be published in any form.

I do not dream of being published and I do not wish to suffer through the various step and stages of publishing either.

I'd definitely like to get Halo read, at least by those I like, by those whose opinion I count upon. It is a piece of my soul, like a child, or like a secret garden within me I'd like to share.

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And here comes the thing: I am almost positive that I have made some mistakes: grammatical or other. I would like someone read it before I make it available for all those people I value. Or...I might hand it out to those I think I will and ask them all to comment on anything they would like to comment.

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I don't know yet.

Charles and Bernita, thanks for your kind words. And basically, I would like to thank all of you who visit and comment here or on my other, English language site...

I just wanted to let you all know that your feedback matters much to me.

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I feel connected, I feel being heard -

thank you.

was it really me?

Uhm...

I took a glimpse into my long-abandoned WIP. I found it interesting and started asking myself: was it really me who wrote these lines?

Perhaps I should be waiting for an inspiration.

The drive to finish it is here all right, and I've got a few ideas, too - but I don't feel I can write up to the standards of those lines, paragraphs and even pages. It's not that I feel I wrote something extra-special and outstanding.... I did not.

I simply like what I read.

And now I'm further away from composing a sentence or two.

Perhaps I should blame it on the long interval of non-writing...

*sighs*