I sat down today and decided to get back into writing. Not the book-type stuff (although I think I’ve just promised to come up with an outline and proposal for a book collection of spells, and they offered me the option to write yet another book last Friday too — don’t go nuts, I’m not sure I want to do this one as it’s not my forte), but writing for myself.

So I woke up the laptop, thanked it for all its hard work writing the Spellcraft book, and asked it to think back to when we were writing the Great Canadian Novel. Upon rereading the last chapter I remembered why I’d been reluctant to return to this project: I accidentally ended the book when I wrote this chapter back in 2003. Even an attempt to rewrite it to avoid the ending in January 2004 didn’t rescue it in my mind. Today, then, was my day to eradicate the “finished/story-all-told” association the project had in my mind, and to open it to new vistas of writing-tude.

So, ninety minutes and 2,960 words later, the Great Canadian Novel is back into the swing of things, and in regular project rotation once again.

I’ve missed Poppy.