This new novel I'm working on. Creating characters and trying to do more - like make those characters live. That ridiculous god thing writers do. It's only serendipity that, tonight in Dangerous Writing workshop, I presented the piece about Danny coming out to his friends, and it so happened to be National Coming Out Day.
Last week, I had these seven pages printed up and ready to present in workshop, but I never got the chance to read. So I took my printed-up copies home to wait another week - and I never connected National Coming Out Day to my seven pages until this morning.
Of course I got all excited. Danny was going to get to come out on a very auspicious day.
And then, of course, I felt stupid. Danny was just made up in my head. And yet.
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