It begins

I've often dreamed of being a published writer, as do millions of others around the world. When I was young I was an English wiz. It was incredibly easy for me to conjure short stories and poems at will. I won local writing competitions, district-wide short story prizes, and the like. I had the highest damn provincial test score for the English provincials in my graduating class. And yet I couldn't pick out a verb or a pronoun. I have no idea why, but the reason why a sentence was correct never stuck in my mind. If it was incorrect I could fix it for you, but I couldn't tell you how. It either was or it wasn't.

You'd think I would be one of those "journal people" but I never took to that practice. Never wanted to leave evidence I suppose. Because my journal would contain such scandalous information, obviously. Such a scandalous life I lead. Though I've never put it to paper, there is a story/character that has bounced around my brain for years. Her name is Lucy Perr and she is the product of a slightly gothic outlook on life, coupled with a sunny disposition. She is a little bit sci-fi love, a little bit everyday hero (because we always love to root for them). She is a fun, exciting person with regular problems (man, money, job, etc) who happens to step into the supernatural world. I'm not talking Twilight vampires here, people. No werewolves. No Harry Potter wizardry. Just the devil.

I'm going to build my story here, build the life of Lucy Perr. Perhaps someday I'll finish her story and attempt to publish. Who knows? But her story deserves to be told.