I recently started writing a short story-something I haven’t done since high school-with the theme ‘haunting’. The idea was based around some of my own memories. I had the first draft written in a day. My editor and I agreed that it needed some serious work but had potential. (I should have been working on She Rises but I was having terrible mental blockage for Shelly’s story.)
Then my grandfather died and the story felt too real and painful so it was abandoned-temporarily.
I also stopped reading. (Granted a lot of other things came up that added to my lack of focus.)
This week I got back on track. I always forget how much I need stories in my life. When people say they’re magic, it’s not just a beautiful ideal.
Chapter one of She Rises is written with the first round of editing done (that’s how we roll.)
Let life get in your way but push it aside and do what makes you…you.
oxox,
Lynzie
Lynzie Allen 