Books writing and reading

I love writing when I was in school I used to write a serial and send it around the class until a nun conviscated it then she sent me to psychology sessions I was 14 It was about being a dog in my mind and learning how to bark and that I really thought I was a dog. The funny thing is I have a cat called Cubby who thinks he is a dog. He sleeps in the dog house with our other 3 dogs.He grooms them they groom him. Hes so beautiful and purrs all day. He got lost for 2 weeks in a horror garage we eventually heard his weak meow and rescued him, but he was soooo freaked out.
Well back to my book I wrote the girls in class loved it and used to ask me for the next installment. Stupid nuns. I ended up burying the book under my mums house. Maybe it was eaten up by worms.

Dig the book back up! Or remember it write it down. As dreams only come around once or twice, so write a book.
There is always hope! As my friend and I say , its right over the tree's. Can't you see it?

Thanks Muffy a book Im writing right now but is a little on hold is about; two girls who transfer worlds.Jenna in our world with a troubled life and Jennakin in a world where her love Raim is frozen inside a mountain in a cryogenic state. He stays there until he puts his mind aright. 'Kin 's son Morrison lives with the wave community and is unapproachable to 'Kin.When Jenna goes to 'Kins world she gets thru to Morrison. When 'Kin goes to Jennas she sees her own world in a different light and wants to return.Jenna doesnt want to return but they cant exist in the same world at the same time. Much more to story; thought schools cataclysms Raim doesnt come good etc. will get over writers block even thinking about it has given me more ideas. Are you interested in writing or just being supportive. I do appreciate your answer.

Wow that sounds like a book I'd want to read. Please continue to write it.

Jbug

Good luck with your writing sadmum!

I like to write too. I understand the block.

thanks everyone. This a new short story.
As we drove up in the rain on the most dismal day of my life, there was my boy laying on the ground outside a womens toilet block. We approached carefully,he could be frightened off like a deer. His eyes were wild and wide opened and yet it seemed as if they were like that permanently. Maybe he had been sleeping like that with his eyes open to guard himself. We offered him food but he thought food was rubbish. As if he believed you didnt need to live with food or anything.That's what he said. "food isnt rubbish" I sobbed and gulped down at the same time. He was stick thin.He had sores on his face and was sunburned. "Yes it is.Nobody has to eat..."
We couldnt get help for him after repeated efforts. But 3 weeks later he took himself into a psych hospital, Hes safe now but he says I put him in there.

I've started writing again a little bit. Im so pleased.Thanks Jbug.I used to be also interested in photos.Only amature(how do you spell that again) have to find dictionary and dust it off. So the photo gallery is getting to be my favourite. I dont even have a digital camera though.My mum just gave me some money maybe Ill get one.Until then I'm begging photos off other people.I want to get a photo of my cat who thinks hes a dog. They say that pets and their owners resemble each other. So I like to think Im other than a me .Hard to explain. That was my story about being switched at birth by an alien. That was a poem too that I read in a poetry club. It was my eldest sons poetry club and hes moved interstate. Sigh.Is there a smilie for all over the place. This will have to do.For my dog chilli.