This is just a quick note of celebration. ???
I've been working on Living Next Door to Heaven for 100 days as of yesterday. I sat down with a vague notion of what I wanted to write about and about half a dozen plot points that I wanted to reach on Wednesday March 19 and started writing. There were two inspirations for starting this story.
First, as you probably know, I'm a nomad traveling around the U.S. pulling my trailer. March 19 was when I got it out of the repair shop and started my southeasterly leg and I was pretty happy, so I was listening to Sirius XM 70s on 7. They played The Smokies singing "Living Next Door to Alice." Whether I her the right words or not, my mind does strange things to song lyrics and suddenly I was singing
"I've been living next door to Heaven.
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance,
Now I've got to get used to not living next door to Heaven..."
The other inspiration for this was a chance memory of a yearbook inscription by a neighbor girl who I never really had any intense relation with because she was three years older than me. But one time we were swimming in a local lake (I was 12 and she was 15) and she "allowed" my hands to frequently brush against her breasts and butt as we played games. A bitchy neighbor girl told us we shouldn't do that and that it was inappropriate. When she was 18 and graduating and I was 15 and leaving the high school for a new town, she wrote in my yearbook to always remember the goofy times we had--like that time at the lake.
From those two little inspirations I've been writing an average of over 4000 words a day for 100 days. Granted, it hasn't been as fast the past few weeks as I've been editing, posting, and struggling with computer problems, but the work is now over 404,000 words and I'm working on Chapter 73 that will post in mid-November.
Just wanted to share this little celebration with my morning cup of coffee and thank you all for the feedback and support that has helped this story grow.