I am Writer...hear me type?

I have made progress. 485 words of progress, I am proud to say. Hey, you might not think it's a lot but I've been having writer's block. *cringe*

Hopefully, I churn out more.

The first time I tried to end my life, Death was there to stop me.

'Tis is the first sentence to Shadow. Isn't it lovely? I love it and the more I read it the more it's growing on me.

I can't wait to write Death into the story. He's desperate right now for his time to shine or do whatever he does. But he's going to make a suave entrance soon. Very soon.

I have made a playlist for my novel and I even have an epigraph! It's from the Bible. Everything is moving along so smoothly, well save for the few bumps in the road! But I'm making progress!

Shadows are everywhere....

Yeesh, does Dawn have a story to tell.

Okay, here's my new idea and this one will work out, it will, it will. To be honest, it probably won't but I want it to so for the next couple of days, I'll be putting on airs to make sure that this one sticks...it has to.

This is a dark tale, mixed with romance, angels and all that other good stuff. No Vampires. Non, whatsoever. Though I wanted to, I realized that the world needed to stray away from that stuff.

Shadow is going to be the one.

It's about a girl named Dawn who is saved from Death by her Guardian Angel, who in return is stripped of his wings. Now Dawn, is Marked and must work as a sort of messenger for Death, transporting the souls to a realm in between Heaven and Hell (haven't thought of the name for it yet).

She loathes Death, especially since he made her transport her own mother to the unknown realm. But to make things worse, he loves her and will have her once the Mark wears away on her eighteenth birthday.

Throw in a mysterious guy who seems to follow you everywhere you go, saving you from a lot of suicide attempts, and what do you get?

Dawn is a trip. Even though I haven't written her down on paper, she's putting my mind through hell. And personifying Death, well that ought to be a toughy. We shall see.


I can write this. I can write this. I will write this.