*whispers* OMG

I’ve been OUT for about seventeen months now. Out in cyberspace I mean and in terms of having admitted to myself and others that I want … am trying … to write a novel. Strictly speaking being out under a pseudonym probably isn’t really being out – but it’s an alter ego not a pseudonym.

It's a long road and I was very early on in the process but I’ve been here on the blogs all this time, listening to the conversations, particularly though not exclusively, those of the Novel Racers and I hear things. Sometimes I hear things that make me think ‘what do they mean?’ ‘I don’t think that happens to me.’ I didn’t feel … inadequate or even intimidated but I did wonder if it would ever happen to me. Maybe it didn’t help my confidence, which is fickle at the best of times, but usually I just thought I hadn’t quite got the experience of some of the others. And that’s fine.

But do you know what? It is happening to me. Those people from Novel 2 … they keep appearing in my head and having conversations; all on their own. The Mum and the Sister have been here today, separately, and had arguments with the MC. I can see one of the more minor characters. He doesn't speak much so I haven't quite worked him out but I can see and feel him.

It’s decision made, really isn’t it?

On I go with Novel 2, then.