Post by wolfiebaby on Jan 28, 2009 18:17:44 GMT -5
Okay i have a sorta prolouge to a story, i know where it's going but i can't get there. this is the prologue bit ...
Lucy looked out of the large window that overlooked the huge port where she lived. She had never liked that port, all the ships coming in and out, dropping off fish, whales, dolphins and sometimes even sharks. Lucy had never really figured out what they did with the dead animals, although she was only 6 years old. She knew nothing of what happened out in the real world, her own world consisted of school, TV, food and her dolls. Yawning, Lucy picked up her favourite doll; a large one, ragged one eyed soft doll. It had been her mothers doll when she was younger, yet Lucy's mother died in childbirth, she had never got a chance to see Lucy. Although Lucy's father, William, told her stories about her mother every night before she went to sleep. Yet Lucy had never wanted to know about her mother, for her mother was the one who had made her like she was. Who had made her a freak, for Lucy, unlike many children, could see and speak to the dead.
I just can't find a way to get Lucy from a 6 year old upto a 19 year old and in boarding school while falling in love with a ghost. I've been getting mega writers block lately and it's always when i'm halway or starting a story.
Help??? ...
Lucy looked out of the large window that overlooked the huge port where she lived. She had never liked that port, all the ships coming in and out, dropping off fish, whales, dolphins and sometimes even sharks. Lucy had never really figured out what they did with the dead animals, although she was only 6 years old. She knew nothing of what happened out in the real world, her own world consisted of school, TV, food and her dolls. Yawning, Lucy picked up her favourite doll; a large one, ragged one eyed soft doll. It had been her mothers doll when she was younger, yet Lucy's mother died in childbirth, she had never got a chance to see Lucy. Although Lucy's father, William, told her stories about her mother every night before she went to sleep. Yet Lucy had never wanted to know about her mother, for her mother was the one who had made her like she was. Who had made her a freak, for Lucy, unlike many children, could see and speak to the dead.
I just can't find a way to get Lucy from a 6 year old upto a 19 year old and in boarding school while falling in love with a ghost. I've been getting mega writers block lately and it's always when i'm halway or starting a story.
Help??? ...
