FROM PREVIOUS POST-
I started writing the story in my spiral notebook, which is where all my stories begin; handwritten, messy, sloppy handwriting. Before I knew it, I had written about 20 pages. The story is still being written. The story of Karen and Kyra, a mom and a daughter, who at one point in their story spend a day at the same beach my daughter and I spent our day. But what happens before and after that day in Karen’s life…that is a story. Dining in the finest restaurants, owning a house in the best neighborhood, then suddenly she finds herself seeking refuge for the night in an empty boat docked at the marina, penniless, hopeless, with a young child by her side. Then she…..(nope, can't tell you what happens…besides…it isn’t finished yet…who knows where my imagination will lead Karen).
UPDATE-
As I continue to write Karen and Kyra's story, it continues to grow. The story and I have reached the point of no return. The words, sentences, paragraphs, scenes keep coming and I keep writing. The story is now to large to fit into a book of short stories, which is what So, Whatcha Think is supposed to be. A book of short stories that take the reader on a journey through the human condition and allows the reader (you) to comment to the authors (Paige and I) with their (your) opinions of the stories and how the stories made them (you) feel.
The story of Karen and Kyra will become a book all its own. I have no title yet, not even a working
