Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Well, I am back. I didn't go far; I was just offline for a bit. Writing is still hard since Mom died in March. I am barely keeping up with my newsletter and other writing let alone trying to figure out what to post here on a new writing site. But I have had one of my older stories on the brain; one that I shelved some years ago when I was rock bottom with my depression and would love to revive and post somewhere. It doesn't vibe with my Substack of mystery and true crime. It's a story about a girl who wants to be a rock star and her friends who all go through trauma, addiction, relationship problems, break ups, all while in a band together. A coming of age meets journey to fame mixed with deep personal problems. I just took an hour long walk and spent it daydreaming about this story. Maybe I need a break from the norm?