Tonight, I started reading the second book I started and read the first 83 pages.   I remember I had stopped writing it because I thought it was crap.  I didn't know where to take the next scene, didn't know where the book was going and just thought it sucked.   It was end of May 2008 that I stopped writing it and I didn't pick it up again. I didn't even read any pages until tonight.
I found the 83 pages I had printed up and decided to read it.   Now, besides some missing words and a couple of bad spelling mistakes, I actually enjoyed it.  I didn't even want to put it down to write down what needed fixing.   I laughed while reading my book but in a good way.  I found the humor I had put in my book and it may just be reigniting that spark to continue with it.  
I also found I had incorporated a friend into the book a bit and I don't know if she knows.    Michelle, I'm talking about you.   
So is it a good thing that a writer laughs at the things she writes?  Will the public (if anybody ever reads this book) find the humor that I did?    
Now, I must finish reading the pages I didn't print up and try to find the mistakes I found before.    I need to find out what turned me off from continuing this book.
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