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My best friend in high school had a boyfriend named Jason.
Jason cheated on her then bragged about it online.
On my own profile, I wrote something vague about how people disappoint me.
All hell broke loose.
Jason and his friends began an online assault against me, attacking me at every turn. Before long, it spilled over into the real world and Jason started following me to work and my hang out places. He even threatened to rape me.
Luckily, telling him that I was getting the police involved was enough to make him back off, and it died shortly afterwards.
When I told my Creative Writing teacher about what had happened, her advice was “Write it out.”
So I wrote Fade to White.
Seemingly ages ago I used to maintain a FictionPress account that I updated regularly, and I realized the other day that I really missed posting new chapters on a schedule. I created a new FictionPress account with my pen name, and it will be updated [sporadically] Friday.

I tell myself this all the time.
(Not to single out Twilight specifically, since other series like 50 Shades of Grey were also popular).
We bought a Nintendo Switch.
I have been a huge Zelda fan ever since I was a little kid.
So . . . I’m going to be pretty distracted for awhile.
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At this point, I suppose that I’ve been writing for long enough that I tend to feel a bit of relief when I chop up and rewrite entire chapters during the editing process. I don’t have the same emotional attachment to words that I used to have when I was younger. I don’t think about the time and energy that was initially invested in writing them anymore — it’s all part of the process.
Instead, I care more about telling the story the way it wants to be told.
But I sure remember the angst I used to feel.
It often seems like every other writer needs to cut out paragraphs and scale back on superfluous prose during their editing process, and I have seen quite a few blog posts on the internet that make me wonder how someone can take so long to say so little. When I was in college, one of my classes required a 400-word essay, and all the other students complained about how hard it was to write something so short. Most people naturally write long.
Me? I’m the exact opposite. I adore being concise.
In fact, my first draft tends to be a little too bare-bones, and the second draft is all about putting in details to improve the pace — I don’t want to leave my readers feeling like they got swept up in a whirlwind of events flying by too quickly to process. My second draft tends to be twice as long as the first, yet still comparatively terse. After all, if *I* get bored of slogging through countless words, then I can’t imagine my readers enjoying it either.

