jenngreenleaf
Synopsis
She hears things, but they're not there. She sees things, but no one else does. She's an author, and she writes their stories.
Excerpt
~*~ From the Introduction ~*~
I was done living the lie. I was done hiding from who I really am. I was done hiding from the life that truly belongs to me. Now that I’ve stopped this type of insanity, and embraced what is real and what is true, I feel a new kind of freedom and acceptance. I can breath freely, without a weight upon my chest. I can speak freely, without a lock on my tongue. I can think clearly, without doors closing on my thoughts or feeling the need to edit them. I can be honest about myself, my life, and who I am.
~*~ From day 3's writing (unknown placement) ~*~
I’ve talked to another close friend about this, and he was as helpful as he could be considering he doesn’t have an inside-track on the madness I call my mind.
“What should I do? Should I just write and ignore everything else?”
”Yes.”
”That’s it – just yes?”
“Yes.”
“You’re no help at all. What do I do when I start writing, think it’s my plot, and it turns out to be someone who hasn’t revealed themselves yet?”
“Yes.”
”Fine. Eat your cheesecake. Do you want another slice?”
”Yes.”
See what I mean? He can do that to me with a straight face, too, while his boyfriend laughs at the two of us in the background. My urge is to flick my fork full of cheesecake at him, but I love him too much . . . and I love my cheesecake too much.
~*~ From day 5's writing (unknown placement) ~*~
“Have you ever thought of becoming a paranormal investigator?”
”You’re serious?”
”Completely.”
”Why would I want to do that?”
”Because you can.”
”Let’s think about this for a moment, shall we? I already have waiters lining up and watchers wanting me to write their stories RIGHT now. Why would I want to investigate other spirits to invite into this madness?”
”Job security.”
All I can do is sigh.
