I wish I could find a way to write something and not become so fixated on what I’m writing about… Like I go kind of method in my head, but then again I think that is also what makes my writing good, that I nurture it like a child… Maybe my writing and my passionate feelings toward it, are not supposed to be separated. Maybe I’d be a worse writer if I did that.
Summary: a teenage vampire questions her existence as well as her future. this is a prequel to “curse of the twins” “Vince gone forevah? He nevah gonna come back?” “I watched as my five year old sister stepped onto the new grave. Her feet sunk in the dirt slightly. I leaned on the shovel and […]