Remeber that post Thirty One Days from a week or so ago?
Well basically I've decided to carry on with that Idea. You don't need to go back and read it of you haven't because you'll probrably be spoiling it for yourself. I've created another blog just for this where I'll post each chapter as I finish it (We'll se how long that lasts... ha.). I figured it must get a bit annoying not being able to find all the bits of the story in one place.
Anyway, I've posted the first draft of the Prologue here for y'all. I hope you enjoy it, but you'll have to excuse my quality of writing, it's pretty crappy at the moment (to be improved with practice).
I'm quite into suicide/ grieving type novels at the moment, so that's what I'm writing about. I haven't really experienced much of what I write about I'll admit, but If I did write about the things I've experienced, well, it'd make for some pretty boring reading.
I've realised that basically all I write is soppy romance stuff, most of which is probrably completely unbelievable, but I suppose that's just what a normal (can I say that?) fifteen year old girl wants. Romantic, cheesey teen fiction. I love it. I mean, who cares if it's kind of unoriginal, or not written like a revolutionary classic? As long as you enjoy it that's ok right?
I don't understand people my age who hatehateHATE teen fiction with a passion. I mean, yes, you're entitled to your opinions, but going on about it doesn't make you look any smarter. Some of the adult stuff I've read really isn't that different to the stereotypes people have of teen fiction, all the characters are just older and the drama happens at work rather than school. So if you say you hate teen fiction, doesn't that mean you should hate a great deal of the adult stuff too?
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