Life happened. I was reminded that I have three+ children, a husband who works constantly, Church responsibilities, work, etc. At the end of most days, I felt no desire to write. Plus, I didn't know what I was really gaining. Sure, I enjoy it. But I doubt I'm very good (I have pretty much no talent for anything, you can ask anyone about that) and the time I spent writing was time I could have been doing many other productive things.
Will I still work on it? I don't know. I am still excited about my storyline, characters, locations and everything, but I'm not sure I'll finish it. Without the pressure to get it done in a month, I don't know if I'll find the time. We'll see. I'm not going to delete it or anything. It's just going to have to be content collecting dust on my hard drive. :)
Thanks for all the happy writing thoughts! I'll post another segment for your entertainment/boredom :) Then I'll post about what's REALLY been going on around here!
“A surprise?” That in and of itself was surprising. Don was the least surprisingist person Eden knew. He wasn’t very creative in his dating or wooing. But he was also an engineer. Not really known for their romancing.
“Well, not so much a surprise I guess -”
“Let me finish! Not so much a surprise, but more like a proposition.”
“Hmm....” Eden said. “A proposition? That does sound a teeny bit intriguing...”
“See, I can be suspenseful and mysterious, right?”
Eden laughed without replying. His track record spoke for itself. His proposition most likely was about some very calculated investment plans he had. When Eden had applied for the School of Mines, it was refreshing to think that her peers would be just as passionate about what they could produce in the field of engineering and not so concerned with how much money they could make. Come on, your stereotypical engineer isn’t a smooth-talking, slick-haired schmooze in an impeccably cut business suit and tie. Usually you think of the nerd behind the computer monitor, in a lab or on the street sizing up the world with some strange set of tools. Maybe the modern image doesn’t elicit images of greasy hair, zits, horn-rimmed glasses and pocket protectors anymore, but generally... you get the picture. Even though Eden herself didn’t quite fit the mold, what she expected was quite different from what she experienced. Don was a great example - a top-of-his-class electrical engineer who also had an eye and ear for business. He only accepted a job offer after a thorough investigation of potential for upward mobility, a full stock portfolio, a reputable staff... But also something that would allow him to stay under the radar enough that he could stick out and make his mark - and be a surprise to everyone. In other words, he was choosing solely based on the company’s potential to serve and benefit him not on his potential to serve and benefit the company. He knew options, knew how to play the market, and was building up his assets while simply lying in wait to pounce - to produce the next novelty that would propel him into the national - and hopefully international - spotlight.