The soulmate serum was released to the public two years after Lily was born. So, she didn't really know of a life outside of the concept. Her parents often read her fairy tales growing up, and she would change the story a bit. The prince in the s...
If you follow me you already know this, but I wanted to make sure that anyone following this story got this message. A lot of things have kept me from working on not only this story, but writing in general.
The main factor is my health. I am going through several things health wise all at once and it has kept me from having much time to myself to do the things I want to do. I'll refrain from going into the details, as I am sure not everyone would want to hear it. But I did want to at least make everyone aware of it.
The secondary factor is a mixture of writer's block and feeling like I have painted myself in a corner regarding this story in general. I'm mostly having trouble finding a balance between describing Lily's job and the pacing of the story. So, I am going to change some of her background. That means I am going to be more or less starting from scratch. I won't be editing and removing chapters until I am happy with the first 5 to 10 chapters though. The minus about this is I don't know if you will receive notifications when I do this. So please follow me for announcements to know for certain when the updates happen.
I've only reworked the first paragraph from the first chapter thus far, and I am still not 100% happy with it. I'll post it here. Let me know what you think.
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October 17th
"Come on, Molly." I beg as my vision becomes blurry due to the unshed tears forming. I try, once again, to coax her into mobility. I pat my hand against her dashboard before flipping down the visor and glancing at the image of my mom when she sees her for the first time. The astonishment on her face as Grandpa Johnston hands her the keys. He had paid extra for the custom carnation pink paint job since that hadn't been one of the color options, and my mom had once made a comment while watching Pretty in Pink that she wanted a pink car simply because Andie should have had one in the movie. She immediately dubbed the car Molly, named after the actress of course. "Sorry Mom." I whisper to the picture. I guess I haven't been taking very good care of her. Before the tears fully escape I drape the upper half of my body over the steering wheel. I cross the index and middle finger on my left hand, and say a swift prayer to my mother. I'm hoping the two actions will grant me a miracle, and my beloved car will finally cooperate with me. Please let the engine turn over this time. It can't break down today of all days! This appointment has been something I have sought for years, even if I only was able to make the appointment months ago. I really don't want to have to reschedule it, and have to ask for another two days off from my jobs. It's hard enough to get one day off. I turn the key and dejectedly groan when the engine still doesn't turn over. I have to pinch my lower lip between my teeth so I won't let loose the tears that I have been struggling to barely keep at bay up until this point.
