Scrapping Ideas and Rehashing New Ones
Ok, so this is my "opening" paragraph" for another story I'm working on. Don't know if I wanna go the web serial route or not with this one. This one is more personal, I guess a fictionalized version of myself. Out of all the characters I have, she's the most developed. I scrapped the idea for the other story, mainly because I couldn't make it work. That and she had no voice of her own yet. Maybe after I finish with this one Josselyn can come to life. Anywho, please read and be honest.
I've never been one to follow the crowd. I've done things solely because I've wanted to, for my own enjoyment. My way of thinking and doing this has made me an outcast of sorts, sure I've got friends, but I've always felt like I was on the outside. Confusing isn't it? I know it it, but even though part of me is happy being the quirky, wonderfully odd person I am, the other part of me wonders what it would be like to live life on the other side. No, it's not easy being me, and I'm sure you'll hear a lot of people say that, but it's the truth. So many things have happened to me in my short time on this earth, some good though many of them are bad. I've got so many issues to sort out, that every time I wake up and see my little boy I'm surprised I haven't found some way to screw him up. I'm even equally surprised that he hasn't figured out that I'm a fraud and have no idea what I'm doing; but he hasn't yet so I'll take that as a sign that I'm doing alright. After all, God wouldn't have blessed me with a healthy, beautiful child if I wasn't capable of handling it, right? So every morning when I get Myles ready and he gives a huge smile, and if you have kids you know the smile I'm talking about, my heart melts, I take a deep breath and say, “You know what? I think we'll be alright.” Oh, and before I forget, my name is Ombri. Pleased to meet you.