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Well, folks, it happened. The well of creativity overflowed. I’ve spent sleepless nights and groggy days in a state of writing bliss. I admit that while I was blogging about the certainty of eventual inspiration for my climax, I felt anything but certain. But it worked. My crazy, weird routine worked.

Talking with a fellow creative after church this morning, I found support for the need to throw out the rule book. But I liked his point. That we have to understand the rules’ purpose and give them a fair shot before we put them in the trash bin. If I needed confirmation that the Jessie Mae Writing Guidebook (I like that name better. I’m renaming it.) should find its way to the blogosphere, I have it.

But let’s backtrack a little. To Topsfield Maine, where I spent Thursday evening through Saturday. It houses the family farm, an hour north of Lincoln–a town whose recent addition of a Dunkin’ Donuts closes at the same time as its Walmart: 9:00 PM. Sharp.

Bye, bye civilization. But the stillness; the lack of wifi; and the nearness of the coffee pot… it was all what I needed to make my final push. My parents, my wonderful parents, asked me to do absolutely nothing the whole time. They brought me coffee and listened to my weird music and didn’t try suggesting I should sleep. My brother–who came up with his kids on Saturday–encouraged me just as fiercely. Each felt the surge of writing in me and respected it. I adore them all.

And so, a dozen cups of coffee and twenty thousand words later (I’m already fifteen thousand words over my hopeful end point), I find myself a mere few chapters from finishing. Will it happen today? I left my sister/her baby and even forewent my nephew’s second seventh birthday party (the second round of celebrating year 7) in the hopes that I will, indeed, finish. I claimed a table at Starbucks, bought some iced coffee, and plugged in The Piano Guys. Because this is routine and, if the last twenty thousand words have showed me anything, it is that the method in my madness works.

So let’s hope I finish soon, because you–and all my friends and family–probably won’t hear from me again until I do.

Blog Bonus Feature: My virtual notebook is chocked full of character facts and plot problems. It keeps me organized. Good solutions will earn a happy face. Bad solutions are getting a frowny face today.

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See that little countdown on the side of my homepage? It says there are only six days to my book release. Six days! It was thrilling to hear from several people yesterday. With enthusiasm, they talked about the creative masks they will wear to the gala. I can’t wait to see the characters from my first series come to life

There is a lot to do for this gala. Taking a page from my book, my momager will be helping from out of state. Thursday, my grandmother had a stroke. She is okay, but my mom left this morning (after we had coffee at Dunkin Donuts as a send off) for home (aka Pennsylvania). I wish I could be going with her.

Instead, I stay home. I am feeling rather domestic. Grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, and cooking have already consumed most of the day. And now I sit on my couch trying to dredge up the creativity to work on NaNoWriMo. I am failing at that, by the way. It seems my head is in a fog.

Well, I will try to be faithful for a little longer. And if all else fails, there is always Netflix to distract me.

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Since my entire staff is related to me we don’t really bother with business meetings. We talk out the ideas together around the dinner table and put them into practice the same way. Today we broke the norm.

You see, in my first semester at college (so I would have been a sophomore) I knew I could not spend forever in school. It was slowing down my business too much. Then I chose Nyack because I would graduate early through them. We recognized going in that I would have to put a lot of focus on school and not as much on publishing. If there was one publishing area I could emphasize it would have to be the speaking. And we have followed that plan.

But it leaves writing and other publishing duties to fall behind. I was feeling overwhelmed and needed to make sure that I was still heading in the right direction. Reevaluation is important. So after I spoke to Penobscot Christian School’s chapel this morning I got a Dunkin Donuts coffee and went to my parents’ law firm. I sat across from my mother and examined the little and big parts of our business. I asked her council, explained where we were, and came out feeling reassured. The plan is right on track. Sweet!

The variables we have encountered we could not have anticipated, but things seem to be going well in Rebirth Publishing. The sun is shining. I got to have lunch with my beautiful family. I spoke; had coffee; drove with the window down. What a day!

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My least favorite number is the number 8. You may be thinking: New York has already destroyed what brain cells she had. Why is she blogging about something so random?

No, NY is wonderful. My drive yesterday was mostly uneventful and I made excellent time. I had pretzels and a frappuccino for lunch (random, yes; yummy, yes) and made it to the college (where my sis works) around 2:30. I hugged her, got the key, and realized that five and a half hours of sleep to 7 hours of driving was a bad ratio. Desperate for real food, I found my way to the large Palisades Mall.

That place has many memories. The Bible Quizzing group I love used to go there every year on our way to the Regional Tournament. I have been many more times with my family now that Julie lives so close. But yesterday was the first time I had been there by myself. Driving on my own, moving about NY on my own (added to the Xsardis series closing) has made me realize that I am not fourteen any longer. Big, I know.

I was too tired from editing all day Sunday and driving Monday to work when I got back from the Palisades. That leaves me with approximately 2 and a half days to do what would make one week hectic. But I know God has the timetables worked out. The projects I have left have been going much more speedily than I anticipated.

Unfortunately, I have not been able to connect to the internet my sister’s place. I set out to find somewhere with internet. Stressful! But with help from my mother who knows the area very well after all the visits to Julie, I made it to a Dunkin Donuts. I have been drinking my hot apple cider as I flip through the old books (pulling from both the printed and electronic copies), write notes, make phone calls, use the internet, and format Xsardis. This blog is the least-publishing related thing I have done since I got here.

The number 8… I didn’t forget. 8 is the number of lines between the top of the page and the chapter number. Eight is the number of lines between the chapter number and the opening sentence. Almost as evil is the number 3. 3 lines go between each section. I continually return to the document with my artistic scrolls for the chapter number and section breaks, then adjust size and lines and font type (oh, and the page break is being absolutely evil so I’m having to redo that). And don’t forget that the chapters have to start on an odd number page. Wait a minute, you missed a scroll and you have to make sure everything still fits! Ah.

As boring and time consuming as it sounds, it is actually a pretty good project. I get to put the finishing touches on a manuscript I love. These are the changes that let the rest of the world love it too (since they won’t get distracted by random page orientation and such). I like artistic projects; I just don’t like repetitive artistic projects, where you do the same thing again and again for 38 chapters…

For the fans out there: prepare for a thicker book. I had to shrink the font size because the manuscript was too many pages and it will still be the longest yet. I think you will like it!

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I miss my constant evergreen trees, the truthful sky, wider lanes and less trafficked roads of beautiful Maine! The constellation Orion would typically stand right in-between some trees and my garage so that when I would get back late I would feel as if he was saying goodnight and making sure I got home safe. My nephew’s sweet voice still rings out in my mind and his gentle rubbing of my back when I felt ill–at two years old. My parents workplace four minutes down the road just past Stephen King’s house. Watch out for the tourists! They don’t know how to drive. I miss the lady at Dunkin Donuts and at Angelo’s Pizzeria. I miss my brother’s hugs and my father’s jokes.

Even so dorm life has its perks. Its like inheriting a large group of sisters! I enjoy a fast-paced life and I certainly have that. I am getting to know a different culture–helpful for broadening my writing perspective. I found a church home, I think, which is awesome to get connected with. And anyone from Maine can comprehend how nice it is to be sweating in shorts every day at the end of September.

When you go off to college, just be cautioned: it will not be what you were expecting. It could be better or it could be worse but things level out. If not from your classes or chapel or church or friends, just from living on your own in a new environment you will learn a lot. Hang in there!

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