tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88033692011-04-21T12:03:58.680-07:00A book by me... hopefully!Sweet Heart Dealerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285479719173065618noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803369.post-1099423472526979982004-11-02T10:48:00.000-08:002004-11-02T11:24:32.526-08:00

*** We’d been there for almost a week, the three of us and Miss Mary, when Jack asked if I wanted to go and get a coffee after our morning lecture – we were in English Literature together. I said yes, of course, and so that afternoon we went into some tacky café round the back of the lecture hall. It was nice to be spending time with him again, but I felt strange. Almost like I was betraying Amy

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PART ONE – ARRIVALS CHAPTER 1 – MISS MARY “Is it dead?” I asked sheepishly, prodding at its undeniably flabby arm. “No! Don’t talk such crap… she’s just asleep.” scowled Amy. The massive lump turned over in its bed before my eyes, making a disgusting grunting noise. I could have easily mistaken it for a hairy swine had I not had my contacts in. She sure looked like a swine. Mary, that is. She

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On Monday I'll begin my novel. I was going to give it up before I'd even started after the death of my best friend last week. But I remember speaking to her the day before she died and she was really excited about me doing this. I've already given up on school for the time being because I can't bear the thought of going every day and her not being there - I wouldn't be able to do it.She'd want me

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Here is my proposed plot... or it'll go something like this anyway!My main character and narrator is called Rebecca. She’s in her first year at university and finding life quite difficult. She often loses herself, forgetting what she’s here for and why she’s chosen her path. Throughout the novel I intend to have her showing us small details of her difficult upbringing and battles with mental

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OK. So here we go. I've never written a novel before and I'm pretty nervous. Being only 17 and still at school who knows where this could take me? I'm determined to stick to it though, and if I come anywhere near that 50,000 word target I'll have something to show for my efforts. I'm studying Advanced Higher English this year and although that will mean nothing to most of you it basically means

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