Writing A Novels & Stories

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Writing it was different from speaking it. Speaking it I had done multiple times across the past weeks, in Marsh’s conference room and in Finch’s office and in Rachel Voss’s sitting room interview and in the study with Victor. Each time in the specific mode of someone presenting information to a purpose. The written version required something different. The full interior experience rather than the selected exterior account. I wrote slowly. Not from difficulty in finding the words. From the specific discipline of someone who understood that this account would be read by people who needed it to be accurate in its emotional register as well as its factual one, and that the emotional register re

CHAPTER 01. UNREALISTIC DREAMS. SHELLY. “Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool.