My writing is coming along. Not as well as I would like but I am doing it just about every day. That is much better than even last year. The more I do it, the more I will keep at it. Some days it's harder than others but that's nothing new. I don't get writer's block perse but I can't get through the scene I'm in to get where I want the story to go. I have the basic story in my head and it's some of the parts I don't have pinned down that kick my ass. I am trying to just let go and let the story actually take me where it is headed. The last two chapters have not ended where I thought they would. And I'm ok with that. It's helping me relax more with this. I have realized my biggest obsticle is my own fear and thinking I don't know what I'm doing. But how the hell can you not know when you are creating your own world? The answer, you can't. And coming to that conclusion is making this much easier. Hell I know what I want the next book to be and even the third. This went from one, where I knew how it was going to end, to a trilogy that goes beyond what I originally planned. It's kind of weird to me. What's nice though is I knew I wanted to write more about this group but had no idea what their next story would be. Of course this whole idea behind these books is one big story split up, but now I know where they are going. And for now I'm not worried about the next adventure with them. Who knows by the time I'm done I may have some new characters to write about instead. I was born to write I just took a long time to realize that I was the one I needed to convince I could do it. Strange.