Where would I even start? Well, this story your about to read isn’t true. This story I’m about to write about never happened. This story doesn’t involve anyone I know or you know. It is totally made up from my mind. It has nothing to do with me, my life, your life or anybody's life you may know. So don’t take it seriously. This is totally made up from a fantasy that came from unknown imaginary places in my mind. The writer is me, Lisa Carol Sanders. Formally known as Lisa Johnson. Formally known as Lisa Adamson. Who uses the pin name LC Sanders to write fiction. I love to make up stories that come from somewhere within my imagination. Somewhere in my brain lives this story teller that is just tugging at me to get out. It nags me. It hollers from the back of my brain “Write this DOWN now!”
So now this is my, writing on my computer about to tell you a story from the unknown regions of my brain. I just know that when this muse, this voice, this sensation starts in – I just can’t stop. I have to start writing. I will get writers block for long periods of time until it starts. Once it starts – I can’t stop. My writing becomes my obsession until it is complete and I put it on the internet on Triond or where every I believe it will get read by people. I really want people to read my stories but as a writer, I don’t believe people do read my stuff. I write and what I write may not be what people want to read so I get discouraged.
So here it is almost bed time and I got to get up in the morning to go to work but I got to start writing. I wanted to get this out to all my blog followers. I will probably post it on Triond instead of here. I earn a few cents with so many page views from the website. It’s no eBook but at least it is a start. I hope that if you are reading this, you will check back with me when I have this new story written and posted on Triond. I have no clue what it will be called. All I know is that somewhere from the recesses of my mind comes a story that I have no control over. The characters will appear and take a life of there own. They become life like. The characters will become your best friend or worst enemy.
Thanks for reading this again. I will begin to get the process started. It’s really all jumbled up right now in my brain but I know once I get it on paper it will turn into a story, complete with a beginning, middle and ending. A peace of fiction that appears on the screen in front of me like a story I am reading myself.
You just have no idea how this is affecting me as a person. The need to write something to share with others, unless of course, you are a writer yourself and then you could probably relate to me.
So now this is my, writing on my computer about to tell you a story from the unknown regions of my brain. I just know that when this muse, this voice, this sensation starts in – I just can’t stop. I have to start writing. I will get writers block for long periods of time until it starts. Once it starts – I can’t stop. My writing becomes my obsession until it is complete and I put it on the internet on Triond or where every I believe it will get read by people. I really want people to read my stories but as a writer, I don’t believe people do read my stuff. I write and what I write may not be what people want to read so I get discouraged.
So here it is almost bed time and I got to get up in the morning to go to work but I got to start writing. I wanted to get this out to all my blog followers. I will probably post it on Triond instead of here. I earn a few cents with so many page views from the website. It’s no eBook but at least it is a start. I hope that if you are reading this, you will check back with me when I have this new story written and posted on Triond. I have no clue what it will be called. All I know is that somewhere from the recesses of my mind comes a story that I have no control over. The characters will appear and take a life of there own. They become life like. The characters will become your best friend or worst enemy.
Thanks for reading this again. I will begin to get the process started. It’s really all jumbled up right now in my brain but I know once I get it on paper it will turn into a story, complete with a beginning, middle and ending. A peace of fiction that appears on the screen in front of me like a story I am reading myself.
You just have no idea how this is affecting me as a person. The need to write something to share with others, unless of course, you are a writer yourself and then you could probably relate to me.
