song on repeat. you sing the words to my face. keep on telling me. and i might start to believe you. where you ever anything more than a beat to dance to. was i ever more than a heartbeat to fall in love with. we danced around this pain. this heartbreak. this grand canyon cutting through our dreams. song on repeat. i sing the words behind your back. keep on telling myself. one day i might believe it. my dance was never in tune to your beat. pulse with pulse. beat on beat. turn off the lights. lasers glowing. disco ball broken on the floor. song on repeat. we scream the words at each other. i believe you. broken hearts pumping. the beat we now dance to.
I’ve started writing my novel again; maybe it’s being back at school that’s given me all these ideas. What I have so far is almost half a book, it needs more detail and some fleshing out and maybe some more drama before I can say it’s finished. A friend has been reading what I have so far and has been asking me questions about why and who and where, making me see that some things weren’t as clear as I thought they were. She also pointed out that one of my characters does nothing for the story. He just tags along, saying hardly anything and I realized that I put him in only because I wanted the boys and girls to be an equal number. So now, when I’m rewriting and adding he’s been cut out. I killed him. Well, maybe not anything as drastic as that, but he’s gone from the story. This changed the story some (duh), and it’s now better. There’s more focus on my main character and those closest to her. After dragging myself to the gym today I now really feel the need to get started with
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