Your Love Is My Drug

Kesha's (Ke$ha?) hit song (i don't like it but whatever) Your Love is My Drug reminds me of my WIP Damaged. It's been forever since I've written-- school has been hectic and exhausting and stupid-- but as of yesterday I am not longer a freshman, but a sophomore. School is out, and I have all summer to write. So I started up again today.

It's addicting.

The love of my WIP Damaged is my drug.

It's addicting, but really difficult. Much harder than Blue Abyss was to write. Blue Abyss taught me how to write a book, and now I'm applying that knowledge to Damaged but taking it a step further: I want to make Damaged powerful and gut wrenching. And I'm confident that I can do it. I am incorporating so much of my own emotion that it literally hurts for me to write, because it's forcing me to address a lot of things I've tried to forget about, namely pain.

I can't wait to see how this turns out. Like Kesha says, "I just can't get you off my mind." Damaged is with me to stay.

Here are the lyrics to "Your Love is My Drug." Completely accurate to my feelings about Damaged.

So. Do you have a WIP that could be applied to this song?

Teaser Tuesday: Damaged

This is from Damaged, and probably the most disturbing scene I've ever written. Feedback is much appreciated, and will be returned.

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Teaser Tuesday: Damaged

I am posting the debut snip for my new WIP, Damaged. It's based off my last year with a concussion, and so far it's been hard to write, but really fun. I'm trying present tense for the first time, and a new style of writing, so let me know what you think.

Note: The MC, Lacey, is not drunk.

The room spins harder. Faster.

Red. Purple. Green. Orange. A meld of them tangles me, vibrant bands strangling my vision, knotting it, smudging it. Shades of the rainbow poison my sight. My eyes gasp for clarity but all they see is red. Purple. Green. Orange. I am drowning in ribbons of color.

BADUM. BADUM. Music pounds in my ears, my head throbbing the beat of Lil Wayne. BADUM.

Whoosh.

The blur of people.

Spinning. Whirling. Blending.

Over and over and over again. Repeat. Repeat.

No pause. Just repeat.

I clutch my head.

Clamp my eyes shut.

Drop my cup. Feel the water splash on my feet.

Sit down on the floor. Rest my back against the wall.

Curl up.

Cry.

Clutch my head. My stomach.

Curl up.

Cry.

Teaser Tuesday: Blue Abyss

Eek this is late-ish! (7:15 pm my time) Thanks for taking the time to look at this ;)

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