The Life Choices Write Tag

So I saw this tag on drizzleandhurricanebooks and it seemed really fun so I decided to do it!


Thank the person who tagged you but also link back to the original post!

• Provide a short description of your WIP/story!

This is pretty focused on main characters but don’t hesitate to use several characters for the answers if you want to! (We want to get to know as many of your characters as possible)

Book Description:

(This is super rough and like my first attempt at a synopsis)

When Leila Young, an English teacher at Rosanna’s high school, approaches her for psychological help, neither of them realizes that their past is intertwined. When Rosanna realizes that she played a role in the reason why Leila is seeking help, she immediately tells Leila. Against their better judgment, Rosanna decided to provide counseling to Leila. The more Rosanna helps Leila, the closer they become, going from friends to possibly something more.

Where does your main character (MC) live? Were they born there or did they move to that place?

Both Leila and Rosanna grew up in a small town in Massachusetts but currently live in Boston

Does your MC have a dream career? What (if anything) stops them from pursuing it?

Rosanna has her dream career and while Leila loves being an English teacher, she’d love being a professional photographer. Feelings of inadequacy prevent her from developing it beyond a hobby.

Did any of your characters ever go against their parents/family’s wishes? How did that change their relationship?

Against her father’s advisement, Rosanna switched her major from pre-med to psychology. Their relationship has been tense ever since

If faced with their greatest fear – would your MC try to overcome it or run the other way?

Rosanna would try to overcome it but it would definitely take her a lot of time while Leila would most likely fun the other way and regret it later.

Did any character have to cut a person out of their life? Why?

Not really. Though Rosanna did cut her parents out of her life for a short period of time.

What is your main character’s biggest regret?

Rosanna’s biggest regret is not being able to help Leila sooner. Leila’s regret is how long she let her mental illness go untreated.

Which character is most likely going to help a stranger, even if they got nothing out of it in return?

Rosanna for sure.

If your character got good/bad news, who would be the person they first tell?

Rosanna would tell Leila and vice-versa.

BONUS: Make an aesthetic for your MCs life if there had been no obstacles (money, geographical, etc.) and they had everything they wanted. (It is up to you if you want to explain it or not!)

This is more of an aesthetic in general


I tag anybody who wants to do it! It’s really fun and helped me in reflecting about my characters and their overall story.

Tell Me About Your WIP


True Love

I haven’t posted any writing on here in a long time but I wrote this one for creative writing class and I really liked it!! I missed writing gay short stories.
If there is one thing that I abhor the most it’s having my photo taken. I know it’s supposed to be a symbol of status and most people would kill to switch places with me but I can’t help but feel disgruntled. First the impractical clothes and hat then the poking and prodding from the photographer as he attempts to position me and then I’m not even allowed to smile! It’s a bunch of poppycock if you ask me but nobody cares to hear my opinion as I’m a lady and my opinion is as useless as a horseless carriage. I’m trying my best to get this over and done with but the photographer never seems to be satisfied.

        “Just because you can’t smile doesn’t mean it has to look like you’re attending your own funeral. I hear your are betrothed. Why don’t you think of him to make you happier,” The photographer says.

    I nod and try to picture James’ face in my mind but his is not the one I see. Delicate rosy cheekbones,emerald eyes and luscious brown locks are the features I picture. No matter how hard I try, she’s the one I always go back to. Memories of summers in the country where we would wade in the babbling brook and run in the meadow come rushing back to me. We had always been ” Ellie and Anna”: a perfect inseparable set.

” I really don’t want to go but mother is forcing me. She said she would stop my violin lessons if I didn’t go.” Anna says in exasperation as she sits in front of me on my bed.

“That’s ridiculous. I’m sure it won’t be that bad though. Louis is very handsome.”

“If he’s so handsome why don’t you go in my place?” Anna laughs that beautiful laugh of hers that always made my day better.

“It’ll be fine. One night and when it’s done, you can tell me all about it.” 

” But I don’t want to tell you about it. I want it to be you instead of Louis.”

“It’s always going to be you and I first Anna. But theres going to have to be other people one day.”

“You’re the only one I need.” As she puts her hand on my knee, and smiles it becomes clear that’s she’s no longer talking about our friendship. I don’t make any move to push her away as she leans in and presses her lips against mine. And though I know it’s so wrong, it can’t help but feel right.


The park has become our regular spot and we try to go there whenever we can. Nobody’s suspicious as we’ve always been close but mother keeps hinting at possible marriage proposals and it’s getting harder to push her away.

“My brother keeps asking about you.” Anna says, resting her head on my lap as we sit under the willow tree near the pond.

” Little Jamie?” A young overeager boy pops to mind, always wanting to tag along.

“He’s not so little anymore, James is 19 now and boarding school really changed him. He really likes you.”

” Well it’s too bad I’m already infatuated with another member of his family.” 

” He’s going to ask you to go to the Opera, and I want you to say yes. Just as a favor to me: mother is constantly nagging me and James taking you will be the perfect distraction.”

” Fine but just this once!” I lean in to kiss her and though it feels as though fireworks are exploding in my stomach, I can not help but feel tainted.


“Ellie! Why have you been ignoring me? I’ve sent dozens of letters but you never respond.” Anna says as she barges into my room. I look up from the book I am reading.

“I sent you a telegram.”

” You said you were ill but it’s been nearly a month and I know you’re not sick! Anyway when has that ever stopped us from seeing each other? What’s the matter?”

“I just don’t think you and I can be friends anymore.”

” Is it because of James? He’s no longer heartbroken about you letting him down.”

” I never let him down.”  

Anna face fell as she realized what that meant,

” You lied to me? You both lied to me!”

” I love you Anna but I have to love James. I’m with child.”

“You’re with child?”

” It just happened and I need to marry him as to not ruin my father’s name.”

“What about me? Did you ever even think about me?”

” I did but what we did was wrong, loving you was wrong. I didn’t realize it until James. That is the life both of us need to live. You’ll always be my best friend but that’s all it ever should have been.”

” I see,” Anna bit her lip as to prevent the tears but they fall nonetheless.

” I’m sorry.”

” Not as sorry as I am.” Anna slammed the door behind her leaving me to cry my silent tears.


Ellie, Anna dropped this off while you were at the bridal shop. It seems to be a baby blanket. Anna seems to have great hopes for your future with James.” I take the blanket from mothers hands and studied it. Anna has never been the best knitter, but the blue yarn used was beautiful. I don’t know if this is her idea of an apology or a twisted joke and I really don’t care to know.

“Give it to one of your charities.” I say as I run up the stairs so mother won’t question me. Anna may have been my past but James was my future and nothing could jeopardize that.
The wedding is in mere weeks but it will not be the same knowing that Anna will not be my side. I try to block her from my mind but she always manages to wiggle her way into my thoughts. Every laugh I hear reminds me of her, every violin I see reminds me of her, everywhere I go there are reminders of her. I think of James and not a single fact about him comes to mind. I know nothing of him, and him nothing of me. We are total strangers. It shouldn’t be like that, I don’t want it to be like that. I want to know the person I am to marry better than I know myself, I want to feel their pain as my own. And I don’t. It is then that I realize something: what is normal and expected is not what will make me happy. 

I rip off the ridiculous hat and throw it on the ground as I run towards the door of the studio.

” Miss! We’re not done, I just need a few more minutes.”

” I’m sorry but true love can’t wait.” 

Anna can’t wait.

Looking for beta readers!

I just finished another round of edits for my novel:Dried Roses and while it is nowhere near done, I have decided that it’s time to get some beta readers. My sister and a friend are already reading but I like 2-3 more people to get a clear view on what I need to improve.

Dried Roses follows Rosanna:a  school psychologist and Leila:an English school teacher. Leila seeks Rosanna out for help, not knowing that they knew each other as kids and Rosanna played a large part in Leila’s troubled past.Eventually they become friends and gradually fall in love. It’s around 90k-100k  words and contains mention of abuse,depression and suicide just as a heads up.

I’d be happy to return the favor and read whatever work you seek help with or any other type of non-monetary exchange we can come up with.

There’s a lot of typos and my spacing is a little wack but I’m really just looking for help regarding sentence structure, plot, and characters.


If you’re interested at all, send me an email at and I’ll send you the first two chapters to see if its your thing!!


A Mother’s Love

So we had to write something for english class and I kind of really like what I wrote,so I thought I’d share it with you guys.


A mother’s first moments with her child is supposed to be the most precious part of her life. But for the president of the Union one cannot afford such moments. Barely two hours after she gives birth, she is given an injection and is thrust back to her office. In the short hours that she’s been away, there already has   been two protests and one execution. They told her how risky it would be to have a child but they never told her that she’d be expected to carry on the same duties as before. She hadn’t asked  for much but even a day was like two years in the Union.


She closes the door behind her, shutting out the endless assistants and consultants. She turns to go to her desk but there’s someone already sitting there. She hasn’t seen her sister in years but her sister  still has the same smirk on her face. The president always felt as though her sister was laughing at her and could make her as if everything she did was wrong.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The president says as she sits down in front of the desk.

“Well I’d say the same to you but apparently the duties of motherhood don’t apply to the president of the Union.”

“That’s unfair and you know it.”

What are you doing Chrissy?You’re not a mom, you’ll never will be. She’ll grow up thinking the nanny is her mom and that you’re just some woman she sees at dinnertime.”

“And you?Leader of the rebellion? Is that really place to raise a family? I’ve seen you on TV, bringing your twins to protests. You’re no better.”

“At least I’m there for them.You don’t deserve that child, you never will.”

“I could call  security. Have you arrested. How great of a mom would you be then?”

“You wouldn’t. You may be president,you may control everyone and yet I still have power over you. I always will. You’re still scared of me and you can’t figure out why.”

“I’m not the one with the million dollar award on my head.”

“You wish you were worth as much as me.”

“Why did you come? What are you trying to prove?”

“You just needed a distraction. You’re going to have a rough couple of weeks.” While the president tries to figure out what that means, her sister gets up and walks out the door. Only she would be able to escape the million dollar security.

The president sits down in her chair only to jolt up,realizing what her sister had meant. She runs as fast as she can, trying to figure out what to do, who to call, whether she had enough time. She gets into her car yelling at the chauffeur,praying that she’ll get there in time.She runs faster than she has  ever but it’s still too late. The deluxe crib in the maximum security nursery is empty. The supposedly safest crib on earth is empty. Her sister had  taken her daughter. While she was  fighting with her sister, someone had stolen her baby. She lets loose a shrill scream and collapses to the floor.


20 Years Later


The president didn’t know how her sister did it  but she had managed to hurt her in a way that no one else ever could.  She thought that she would forget after a while, thought that she’d be able to get over it but she had no such luck.She had the best people on earth to  try to look for her baby girl but they couldn’t. No one could. Her sister was able to do the impossible. Somehow she still hadn’t gotten caught and the reward just kept getting higher.

The president’s assistant walks into her office and smiles apologetically.

“ Turn on the T.V, I think you’ll want to see this.”The president turns it on. On the screen, stood her sister, her two sons and a girl who the president had never seen before.She swore that the girl looked familiar but couldn’t place the face.

“ I have decided to step down and give power to my daughter, Mara. I know that she’ll do everything in her power to fight the Union and bring justice to her people.” The president’s sister passes the microphone to the girl.

“I vow to do everything in my power to protect everyone that the Union ignores. I hope that by the end of the decade,I will eradicate the problem that is the Union and overthrow the leader. President Arabella if you’re watching this, I’m coming for you and when I do I will hurt everyone you love.”The president smiles sadly, for how can   Mara  hurt everyone the president’s loves, if the one she loves and Mara are one and the same?

Two Faces

As Ali backed out of her parking space at Walgreen’s, she tried to focus her entire attention on the road  instead of the bag next to her. She told herself that she could wait ten minutes to get home, but there was a big difference between what she could do and what she wanted to do. Her fingers tingled, as she strongly gripped the steering wheel, trying to resist the urge to open her pill bottle. She told herself that one pill wouldn’t hurt, though she knew that one pill would turn into two, then three and then by the fourth one she usually lost count. Her psychiatrist was willing to look the other way, as he prescribed bottle after bottle, as long as she paid. Her father didn’t seem to notice the small bits of money withdrawn from her college fund, but then again he was more worried about the past than his daughter’s future.


Her psychiatrist wasn’t much help, although he kept on giving her words of wisdom, words that Ali would rather do without. He wanted to talk to her about her addiction, which was rather ironic seeing as he was the one who enabled it. He said that there was a difference between needing and wanting the pills, and that Ali didn’t need them, she wanted them. But that was where he was wrong, it wasn’t a question of needing or wanting them, it was the strong desire to feel normal.


She used to tell herself that she was ordinary, that her existence was one that

was lived by many, she let go of that illusion when she found her mother in the barn that night. There was nothing normal about finding your mother surrounded by pieces of a broken glass, insisting that the lady inside the mirror was going to kill her. There was nothing normal about being called out of her SATS because her mother had been found wandering around the forest wielding a knife. There was nothing normal about a young girl of 16 being asked by her father to go find his wife, because he was too scared to find her himself. Nothing normal about finding your mother with a gun to her temple, insisting that the voices told her to do it. Ali thought that if she took the pills she might be able to escape the insanity that her mother had suffered from, but it turned out it only created another reminder that she was anything but normal.


Ali focused her attention back on the road, surprised to see that she wasn’t going home, but towards the barn house. She screeched her car to a halt, only to realize that the road was too narrow for her to turn around. Ali continued driving, vaguely remembering a driveway somewhere near the barn house. She decided to really focus her attention on the road, as the only light to guide her way were the weak headlights of her car. Ali breathed in deeply, trying to suppress the memories that were resurfacing as she approached the barn house. She jumped, thinking that she had heard the sound of a gunshot only to realize that it was all in her mind. Taking another deep breath, she moved steadily along. She could see the driveway up ahead, and prepared herself to turn, but then stopped suddenly once again, as a figure darted towards her. Ali couldn’t see the front of the figure, but there was something about the back that made Ali study the figure more closely. She noticed long hair hanging loosely against the silhouette’s back.Ali studied them more closely wondering if she knew them.Just as she was about to get out of her car, the person slowly turned around to reveal a face  of a girl that Ali knew all too well. From the slant of her head, to the shape of her nose, down to the very last freckle, this girl was identical to her. This girl was her.


   Okay since I can’t make a decision to save my life, I figured I’d ask my followers which story they prefer. We have to  hand in a short story, for English Class and I kind of like this one but I kind of don’t cause I wrote it like 2 years ago, the other option i  have is this one, and I love this one but like idk if I want to hand it in? So which ones do you guys prefer?

Petra Pan

So the theme of Week two of The Short Story  Society is retellings.I have this idea for a novel  that is a peter pan retelling so here’s a little scene for it.

Petra  Pan didn’t like the word immortal. If asked to describe her situation, she would use words like  eternal, everlasting,never-ending,or unfading but never  immortal. The very word itself referred back to death, and the pain that everyone else had to face. The word immortal reminded her just how different she was from the rest of the world; that no matter how hard she tried, she could never be like them. She would never die, never fear death and she would never grow old. Most people hated the concept of aging, but to Petra it was almost like a fantasy.When you have lived as many years as Petra has, it  was best to not remind yourself of such things, to forget about your situation and just live each moment one at a time.

That’s at least what she tried to do, but it was hard sometimes. She hadn’t always  been aware of her immortality.When she had lived in Neverland, everyone lived forever so she didn’t see it as unusual.It was only  when she lived amongst mortals that she realized how diffirent she was. When faced with such overwhelming feelings, she often time thought about the past. The past was just as painful as these feelings but somehow it helped.

It had been  eleven  years since she had been in Neverland,  eleven years of wandering, of travelling,and of feeling lost. She hadn’t seen Wendy in those eleven years, it was just too painful. Petra knew that Wendy was getting engaged and she couldn’t bear to see Wendy grow up. The eleven years had been hard.  It was hard to find food, to find shelter,it was hard surviving. She didn’t understand the mortal world, it was too complicated, too different. Life had never been this hard.

While there were many obstacles, she did find comfort in words. If there was anything good about the human world it was books. They transported you into a different dimension, one that was more familiar to Petra. She would spend hours in a bookshop, and just read. The owner was a old man who was partially going blind so he didn’t mind that Petra was there. She would reading about Jane Eyre,Elizabeth Bennet and Catherine Ershaw and wish that that was the human life she was living. She had to content herself with words instead of actually living it.

It was on one such trip to the bookshop, that she saw a book that was somehow familiar. It  had a green illustration on it of a family surrounded by two mermaids, an Indian and  a man with a hook as a hand. “Peter and Wendy.” The title read,written by  a J.M Barrie. She brought the book up to  the bookshop keeper.

“What’s this book?” Petra asked. The man stared blankly at her. Petra had forgotten that he was blind.

“It’s called Peter and Wendy.”

“Ah yes. My son ordered that for the bookshop. Apparently, this Barrie is quite popular. There’s a play of it, and I’ve heard he’s written other books about this character. Peter Pan his name is. He never grows up. Isn’t that interesting?” Petra thanked the man and did something that she had never done before: she stole the book. She ran out of the shop, and  when she was sure that the man hadn’t realized, started walking  back to where she was staying for now. She had found a tree, and it was sufficient shelter, at least until the winter came. When she got to the tree, she sat and started to read. Usually she took breaks, so she would appreciate it but she tore right through it. When she had finished,she felt tears falling down her face.Not because  it was sad, or good but because someone had taken her story and ruined it. The details were different, but there was no denying that this was her story, hers and Wendy’s. She had to talk to Wendy. She would know about this.

Petra had thought about flying into Wendy’s room, but she decided to go the normal way and knocked on the door. A  maid answered and looked at Petra with disdain.

“We’re not hiring.”

“I’m not looking for a job. I’m here to see Wendy Darling.”The maid didn’t say anything, and instead stared at Petra. She had gotten used to the looks, but she still didn’t understand them.

“Miss Darling is busy.”

“Tell her it’s Petra.” The maid pursed her lips but  turned to go get her. Minutes later she came back and motioned for Petra to follow her.

She led Petra into the sitting room, and left. She sat down and waited for Wendy

“Petra what are you doing here?” Wendy came into the sitting room, wearing a long red dress,and sat down across from Petra.

“I need to talk to you.” Petra regretted coming. It felt as if Wendy didn’t want her to be there. This was exactly what she had been afraid of.

“ Okay but next time you come see me, please come in through the servant quarters.”


“Well, Petra you don’t look like…”

“Like what?”

“Like a proper lady.”

“I’m wearing a dress.”

“Yes but people like you don’t associate with people like me.”

“People like me?”

“People who are colored.” The heat rose in Petra’s face as she realized why Wendy was embarrassed of her.

“Well that didn’t stop you from writing about me.” Wendy’s face went cold.

“How do you know I wrote that? It’s written by J.M Barrie.”

“No one else knows about me. I thought it could’ve been John or Michael but there’s things in there that only you know.”

“It’s not called Petra and Wendy. It’s not about you, it’s based off of you.”

“Wendy, how could you? You took my life,my story and you made it into this. You made up stuff,you made me white, and you  made me PeterYou didn’t even ask me.”

“I didn’t think you would care.”

“But Wendy,you took  something special, something that I had shared with you and your brothers, and turned into something completely different. You changed everything.”

“That’s what writers do.I know you don’t understand the mortal world,but writers take inspiration from real things. I don’t understand why you’re so angry.”

“It doesn’t matter. Thank you for your hospitality.” Petra got up and walked out of the sitting room. Wendy didn’t call after her and as Petra  walked out of Wendy’s house, she couldn’t help but wonder if any of it was worth it. She was stuck her because of Wendy and she had never blamed her because those moments were special but Wendy had took them and shredded them apart.

Now everyone knew Peter Pan. Everyone knew about the boy who never grew up. They knew about Captain Hook, about Wendy Darling and the Lost Boys. They knew about Neverland. No one knew about Petra Pan.

You Are the End to My Beginning

So Lia created this thing called The Short Story Society where for the month of December every week, there is a theme and you basically have to write a story that includes the theme somehow. This week’s theme is beginnings. I kind of like the story? It kind of made me cry.


When you have lived as many lives as I have, it gets tiring after awhile.You are born,you live, and then you die. Rinse,cycle and repeat. Sure the details are different but it’s the same components and you begin to realize that everything is starting to blend together. Maybe the middle ages was centuries ago, but to me it feels as though I was a simple peasant minutes ago.I’ve began to lose track of all the lives I have lived.  I have began to wonder when this will end.

It’s  2016 and I’m an old man in a hospital room.My children are gathered around me, because the doctors are saying that I only have a few  more days to live.  The first time around death was scary and unknown but I’ve gotten used to it. I’m always sad to leave my life behind but there’s always a new one waiting for me. This one was an especially good one. I have three amazing children, and a wife who I have been married to for 40 years.  I’m not always this lucky. Some lives end abruptly, others drag on. Some are painful, others are boring. I have had good lives, but the bad ones have vastly outnumbered those.

As Margo,my youngest, tells me about her job, a nurse comes in to take in my blood pressure. I hold out my arm,and look up. It’s her. Or him. Or them. Just as there’s always the living and the dying, there’s always the same  person at the end of my life. Sometimes it’s a girl,sometimes it’s a boy but I always know.They usually somehow help me or at least ease my process into the next life. I’ve tried talking to them, but they’re completely clueless. Unlike me, they’re unaware of their numerous lives.

“Hey Dad we’re going to go now,okay? We’ll see you tomorrow?” I nod but I know there will be no tomorrow.At least not in this life.

As they file out of the room,I close my eyes and let sleep overtake me. I know by the end of the night I will be dead.

It’s 2026 and I’m a ten year old girl in Dubai.  It’s a normal day and I don’t expect much out of it. I go to school,fight with my brother,and help my mother. After dinner I decide to go outside.I’m sitting on the porch, reading my homework over when a voice breaks my concentration.

“Hi.” I look up to see a girl smiling, a jump rope in hand. It’s them. I thought  I would have more time but I guess there are other plans for me.

“Hi.” I wonder how I will die this time. How unsafe can a porch be?

“My name’s Anaya.” That’s weird. For the most part, they’ve always been quiet, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard their name before.


“Do you want to skip rope with me?” I hesitate but then nod Death would come no matter what I did.

So we start to skip rope and I’m waiting for the moment but it doesn’t come.I wait and I wait, and I’m still alive. Usually my death quickly follows their arrival but not this time. Either  I have misread everything or something is terribly wrong. Either way, I don’t really care.Whatever will occur, will occur. So I just skip rope and enjoy whatever time I have left.

It is 2032 and Anaya and I are sitting on the same porch where we had met.It’s been six years and I’m still alive. I don’t understand it but I don’t question it.  I have had a thousand friends but no one has been as special as Anaya.



“Can I kiss you?” I nod and she leans in and it’s like a million fireworks exploding all at once.. I’ve  had a thousand kisses, but none has been as special as Anaya’s. She’s been at the end of all my lifetimes, and now she was part of one.

After that we live each other’s milestones. We move to England so that we can be properly recognized. In 2040,we make our love official. It’s been a long time since I’ve truly loved my life. I have always anticipated the next life, but I don’t want this one  to end. Every moment with Anaya is special,every instant feels like a thousand lifetimes.

“I don’t want to die.” Prisha looks over at me and puts down her book.

“Anaya, we all die.”

“But I’ve died so many times.”Prisha looks at me confused. She doesn’t understand and why would she? How could she understand that I remember everything? Every life, every moment?How can she understand that our love meant something, that it was somehow part of it all?

“You’re not going to die.Not for a long time,okay?” I nod, but I don’t stop talking.

“Anaya I can’t lose you. I’ve lived so many lives, and you were always in them. But only at the end. But now you’re my beginning,middle and end and I don’t want to let you go.” She hugs me and even if she doesn’t understand, it feels good to release everything.I think about what will happen once I die, and hope that it won’t happen for a very long time.

We are walking down the street, laughing at a joke. I step out on the road before Anaya,not noticing the truck that’s barrelling down the road. I hear shrieks and screams, as my body falls to the ground. I feel the blood rushing out, and I hear Anaya running over to me.

“Prisha, Prisha. Stay with me.” I can’t see anything, but I picture her beautiful brown eyes and skin.

“I can’t.” I know in that moment that this is the end. The moment I have been dreading has finally come. And it’s okay.  As long as she’s here with me, it’s going to be okay.

She’s talking to me but I can’t hear her. I grab hold of her arm, and let death take over me.  It is only when I take my final breath that I realize that this is the real end. This is my last one.There will be no more beginnings.

Editing My Novel:Part 2!


So in 2014-2015, I did two Nanowrimos and during those two  Nanowrimos I wrote a 100k novel called Dried Roses.Dried  Roses is about two women in their early thirties who work at the same school. Rosanna is a psychologist, and Leila is an English Teacher. Leila has had a very rough childhood and seeks Rosanna out  to help her. What Leila doesn’t know is that Rosanna knew Leila as a child and knows stuff about her that no one knows. Thus ensues, a hundred thousand word novel about friendship, love and recovery.

Now since this novel has been finished since about a year ago,I have edited it. Not  heavily admittedly but I have started to work out the rough parts. Yesterday I decided to print out all 185 pages and that I was going to edit it by hand.

I’ve only just started it, and I accidentally printed out the wrong first half but other than that it’s going really well. I really like the fact that I can highlight parts that I don’t like, and change them somewhere else.  I have a notebook where I write down all my changes  and I’m having lots of fun. I’ve seen lots of authors do this, but I never thought I would do it myself.Printing work out really helps you see your mistakes.

What about you? Do you have a novel, and if you’re editing it how do you plan on going about doing it?