A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Eighty

I want to finish work on that short story tomorrow morning.  I feel like I know how I want to continue it and what to do, I just need to spend a bunch of time doing the actual writing, I say casually, as if that is not the difficult part.  I think I am in good shape, though, with a strong sense of how to do what I think I want to in the piece.  I feel like I can give it all I want and make the ending sharp as well.  I had worried I would need to take the punch out of the ending and move it up in the story, but I think I have a way to make it work at the end, and that feels like the most difficult question I was facing when I began work on this. As I said, I still have to do the writing, but I feel good about where I am with it.

Once I am through with that, I will get to focusing on the essay I've begun to draft.  I've had a few other efforts at writing on this topic, and I think I might be able to salvage some of that previous work in this new essay, but I am not certain just how much and what will need to be changed to make that work.  A lot of the old material is more informational, so I think I can fit it in, as the same details are definitely pertinent and have yet to be discussed in this essay.  My biggest worry is in terms of the structure of the piece.  I know what I want to communicate, but I am not certain how to fit it all together into something both cohesive and interesting for the reader.  As I said before, it may be the best thing to do is just to get it all on the page and examine what I have, then decide how best to quilt it together so it all fits and works as one piece.

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