Mon
Apr
27
In my heart, I knew that nothing was really okay. I hadn’t felt like everything was okay for years, maybe not since my parents were alive. Perhaps I had felt like everything would work out when Mr. Embrose last hugged me; when I was last enveloped by his scent of laundry detergent and shaving cream, a scent I often caught on other men, a scent which taunted me and made me a person that I didn’t recognize.
I just wrote this. :) I’m very excited because I’ve come back to writing Dead Moon Setting, which I will eventually combine with the first novel, Dead Moon Rising as Part II. I am seriously way excited, I’ve had a lot of relevations about my characters lately. :)