A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Forty-Seven

I feel rather strange about this story I am writing.  There is a general sense that I have of where it is going and what is coming, though it remains a bit vague, and it isn't all that cohesive yet, as if their is some major element that still needs to come into focus, but I have a trajectory and an idea of what is happening from moment to moment, at least for now.  I even have a sense of where I think it is likely to go in order to wrap up, or at least a sort of inclination for that ending.  At the same time, I am still in a place where I am just kind of clinging on to the story by writing it each day.  I believe it will come together, but I am not yet  able to really push forward with it, just drifting along a bit at a time.  I know that something will eventually click and it will take off, or I like to believe that, and I do think that if I keep at it each day, at some point it will come into focus for me and I will be able to get it all out, but I am not there yet.  I hope it will be soon.

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