You go online and see someone write about their own life and call it a novel. Last time I checked a novel or story had to have some imagination in it. If we all going to write about our own lives then we all be authors. I am also finding it extremely hard to concentrate on my writing again, as I am having trouble finding my son a nursery. Details of my other blogs are Cameron’s story. The other thing I hate is when authors get there friends to buy their book, Rant over.
The positives are though although I am seriously behind on my second poetry book, despite the fact I’ve got the cover already designed. I have already managed to write eighteen chapters out of twenty-five on my debut first book outside poetry. I am not sure how it will go down.
Here is a little taster of what to expect.
Rebecca is a girl who just wants to fit in. Rebecca shes eighteen, her dad is a farmer, her mum works in the office in the city, she’s an ex boarding school girl. She isn’t a girly girl, but makes best mates with one. But everything around her starts spiraling out of control after one drunk night . Will Rebecca be forced to choose between the people she loves and cares about or will she just move out of the area to make a fresh start….