It has been a few days since I have had the chance, and the inclination, to write. Instead, I have completed two novels and their respective critical papers, and I must admit that I have already learned a lot. The first novel, So Much Pretty, showed me possibilities of working with various points of view and various characters and narrators, which I plan to do. The second book was a memoir...however I cannot disclose its topic without giving too much of my own plot away! In any case, I have been able to write a little today, though I am not happy with it and will certainly be revising. Here is a section that I like...mostly because of its truth, rather than its eloquence.
It reminds Emma that even if a heart heals (and it eventually does) there are pieces missing. It forever holds chasms – empty holes beneath the surface. She knew that she would
feel that way someday. Healed, but with chasms of utter emptiness.
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