I am currently writing my nineteenth story for Kindle Vella. It is a sad story, with a bit of myself hidden between the lines. I was never a hippy, and I did not attend Woodstock or do illegal drugs, but I was a child coming of age in the 1960's. I may have added the beads and the flower in my hair if I wasn't afraid of my parents. They were strict and fair. I was an only child and they had me late in life. Mom was 34 and dad was 37. In 1951 that was out of the ordinary. I was spoiled, and I knew it. I thanked them by respecting the boundaries they set for me. My writing lets me take a character like Cora, and lock her away from reality. Cora is a hippy in her eighties, the only thing she gave up is the drugs, and of course sex. She is alone and content with her life..... Until............... one day, she receives a package intended for someone else, and her life opens up for the first time in years. It is a work in progress, you ca...
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