For years I wrote in spiral-bound notebooks, telling different stories of different people. Each entry was written as a story, but it was a recollection of the day with fiction persons written in.
I had done this for years and frankly, I think that I could have a book. Seriously I have hundreds of pages of stuff.
I haven’t realized that I had done this. I just wrote and made an effort to do it every day so I could keep practicing. I was proud of myself.
As I went through the notebooks, I saw really good writing. I saw fleshed out characters and a lot of information. I took one of the empty books and began to write again.
I want to finish another book and create more stories.