I actually stole that like from my character, Chrissie Parker, in The Girl on the Half Shell. Or maybe she stole it from me, since I am the author. I wrote it in a journal when I was 17 flying back from a California beauty pageant. It was a weird time in my life~good things, strange things, crossroads, triumphs and disappointments~and I definitely did not know where I was going in life.
It much pretty sums up my feelings today. No matter how pleasant the road, there are times I feel like Chrissie staring the window of airplane: not knowing where I'm going, not knowing where I've been, and not knowing how I got to where I am at present.
During my re-writes for When the Perfect Comes(Release date 10/6), I keep stumbling over lines Varian said and I realize I put a lot of coded message in my books to ME.
It's hard to know which direction to go when you can't ever see the direction you are going. I wonder if other other authors go back through their work and realize that they were all along just trying to tell themselves a few things.
I don't know. It's strange, but me.
It much pretty sums up my feelings today. No matter how pleasant the road, there are times I feel like Chrissie staring the window of airplane: not knowing where I'm going, not knowing where I've been, and not knowing how I got to where I am at present.
During my re-writes for When the Perfect Comes(Release date 10/6), I keep stumbling over lines Varian said and I realize I put a lot of coded message in my books to ME.
It's hard to know which direction to go when you can't ever see the direction you are going. I wonder if other other authors go back through their work and realize that they were all along just trying to tell themselves a few things.
I don't know. It's strange, but me.
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