Moldy writers

I've mentioned before that I'm part of an amazing group of writers. Penwrights has done more for improving my work than a hundred "how to" books.

Mostly we crit each other's work. The tougher we are on each other, the better.

Sometimes we share rejections or acceptances. And sometimes we just goof off.

Recently, we came to the conclusion that writers have a lot in common. Made from a similar mold. I believe all of us have at least some of the melancholy personality.
(I'm a melancholy/sanguine mix).

Melancholy personalities are perfectionists. They are introverts mostly, creative, and thinkers. Theres a lot more to them then just that.

Read Tim La Haye's "Why you act the way you do". Not just a great book to learn more about yourself and those you love, (great eye opener though), but also wonderful for learning about the characters you write.

Anyway, we also found all of us who responded absolutely love music. Many have visual arts talents. I've done some acting and before I fell in love with writing, that was my dream. Also spent about ten years in a choir and later was chosen for "The Circle Singers", a small all girl group.

I don't know about non-fiction writers but those writing fiction all seem to possess a similar, quirky sense of humor. At least the ones I know. Myself WAY included.

I wonder what else we all have in common? I'd guess we experience extremes of highs and lows emotionally. Probably not too many flat-liners among us. I'll bet we're also a very passionate lot.

Something to ponder.

Okay, today I'm going to officially begin my full-time writing. I woke up, did my devotions, had a cup of java and blogged.

Now, I plan to read through all 200 pages of my ms, rewriting as I go.

I've been away from my story too long. It's become stale in my mind. Rereading will freshen it up in my psyche.

I know I've got a few chapters to add and a few to cut.

I can't wait to get back in the swing. I really love this story I'm writing and I'm as anxious as a reader to know how it will all turn out.

Off to what I love. . .