I'm following up on a previous post which you can see here.
Ray finally started to cooperate! Relief! I don't know what caused his change of heart, but he finally gave in. I've been pestering him for a whole week and he just gave in this morning at around 6:30. This is just my little victory note, shouting to the world that I'm back in charge of my story! Today, I was in the orthodontist office when a little girl came in. There was something about her that intrigued me. She was maybe nine or ten. Had thick, long, wavy-ish dark hair in a braid that she draped over her shoulder. She wasn't wearing anything fancy, baggy jeans and a sweater and winter boots, the kind that actually work, not the kind with fur or any other embellishment. She had a thin face, slightly pale. She was friendly. I could tell that just from the way she treated her mom and the nurses. She smiled a lot. Maybe it was the way she seemed to have some sort of contained energy in her. Like she was just itching to go out and make the most of this beautiful world. Maybe it was that I could sense a childlike innocence in her, untainted by the filth of this world. How do you put feelings like this onto paper? It's a question that bothers writers. Some things can't be put into words. Some things can't even be put into a comprehensible thought. I haven't nearly captured her enough. This little girl that I never talked to, just saw at a distance for a couple of minutes at an orthodontist appointment. And I'm still left wondering, what about her was so captivating?
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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