When she can’t sleep at night,
she thinks of what to write.
Ideas flow through her mind,
like visions of an acid trip,
Dripping with raw emotion and real-life experience.
She sits in front of her computer until her fingers hack at the keys.
There’s a story in there somewhere.
A story that originates from a young girl who lost her way.
A story of mental illness at its finest: paranoid schizophrenia.
It’s a blessing when it comes to writing, but it’s a curse when it comes to writing.
Too many ideas flowing at once, mostly good ideas. Mostly…
She’s been writing since she was young.
Her mother always told her to write how she felt.
So she did.
It started with letters from her mom, trying to help her understand reality.
Years later, she wrote letters back to her mom about how she turned out okay.
She advertises her books in hopes of someday making it big.
Maybe one day someone will discover her.
For now, she just keeps writing to escape reality.
To create her own story, the characters are her friends.
In the end, she’s not alone. Her characters are on her side.