The bright screen shines at you in mockery. The blinking cursor that seems to scream HA-HA...HA-HA...HA-HA with every stupid flash. We have all been there. I promise. It’s not something that people say to make it you feel better. It is the truth and nothing but the truth so help me….yeah yeah yeah. You know the rest.
So, what can you do to stop the imaginary mocking of the computer screen? That’s easy. All you have to do is write. Yes. I just said to write even though you are thinking, "But I’m blocked! Stupid woman!"
I didn’t say to write what you are trying to force out. For one, it will be crap. Yup. I said it. Forcing the words out will almost guarantee that they will suck. For two, if it were that easy, you wouldn’t need me telling you anything.
What I mean is just write anything at all. Write out your stream of consciousness. Write out your thoughts on the TV show you watched or the last book you read (which you should do anyway! Review for your fellow author!). Write out that fantasy that runs through your head every time you see Joe Manganiello grace your screen (that can’t be just me). Seriously, write out anything other than your current work in progress. Just keep writing.
Then take a break and reread your story. Fall in love with the characters again. Picture their future as if they were your children. Then, write. I bet the words will flow. And if not, write something else until they do.
In the tiny town of Willowspring, just about nothing ever
happens except for layoffs, hockey games, and your average melodramatic teenage
angst.
But that was before.
Vi, Ashley, and Macy are just trying to make it through the
school year without one more humiliation when they team up for a simple
photography assignment: create a story through a series of photographs. Can't
be too much trouble, right?
Wrong.
The shutterbugs happen upon Willowspring High School's
darkest secret. When everything around them starts to crumble after trying to
do the right thing, their only hope is to stick together.
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