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The long wind blew my thoughts back at me, and just like that I was roaring down Highway One above the sea cliffs again, the sun just beginning to set over the western water. The light of it flickered in my eyes, broken up by the trees as they whistled by. I walked to the edge of my yard and then I was receiving the frozen bowl of gelato from the careful man behind the stall counter, perched at the edge of the Italian Mediterranean. A single melted drop, cold and delicious, slithered down the handle of my plastic spoon, nestling in my fingers. I hopped up on top of my fence, letting the wind hit me full force, and then I was hearing the win

Or at least how I plan to write my novels. Right now I'm tweaking a novel for release (aka Fine Drafting it). No matter how essential this step is, fine drafting a book doesn't feel like real writing, so I thought I would flex my writing muscles by trying to recapture what it took to bring this book into existence. What burbled up from the morass seemed about as wiry as Jeffy's run through gangland in the Family Circus cartoon that never made it to print (ask your parents kids). So. I decided to iron the process out and streamline the steps into what you might call "Ikea Instructions for Writing a Novel" a short simple guide to the mechanical