Three hundred words a day. Every day.
This is what makes you a writer. Writing.
It's what the books say, what writers say (disciplined ones), what experience shows. It's like exercise. You have to do it repeatedly to get in shape, to get those muscles flexible and strong. And the first minutes out of the gate are often a bit slow.
(Sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three . . .
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Dear Gwen,
It's Patte Shaughnessy.
I won't take the time to explain how I found your Blog, it doesn't matter now. I read your beautiful story sharing such intimate details about Lon's struggle with Alzheimers and your courage and faith. I don't know what to say except that after searching your blog and linking to Hoekstra's article, I feel as if Lon and you are among my brushes with greatness. I remembered fondly our times at the Village Players. So many have been called home - Jim & Carol, Russ Cady and to my shock, Lon as well. I will keep you and Lon in my prayers always. I hope that you and your children are doing well and my very best wishes for loads of health & happiness in 2010. None of us know what the Lord will ask of us but I'm confident after reading your story that you have been blessed with the faith of the Blessed Mother as she announced "Let it be done to me according to Thy will".
Peace to you Gwen.
Patte
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