I'm stressed about 91% of the time.
Today was not a good day.
This is when I write the best, in my opinion.
*cracks knuckles*
And so we begin.
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In a future world, genetics determine every aspect of a person’s life. Rileys, or people who have blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, dictate the ‘lower classes’. Those lower than them, especially the people group known as DuMondes, stand on a thin line between a life of servitude and instant death.
Throughout her entire life, Simone Riley has been told that she is better than everyone around her. Her power hungry family will stop at nothing until the DuMondes are annihilated from their society, even if it means destroying all other races. She, it seems, is the only person who can stop them. But by doing so, she must break every rule in her world, betray her family, and change who she is forever.
Liam DuMonde is tired of his genetics determining his life. He knows something has to change and as more and more of the lower classes call for a revolution, he fights between what he wants and what he knows is right.
This story, told from a girl whose family controls and persecutes the lower classes and a boy whose appearance marks him as a slave, is the struggle of two young people who can no longer go along with the lives they have been given. The two find themselves drawn together in a war against their society. From a journey full of adventure, love and betrayal to a war filled with death, destruction and justice – Simone Riley and Liam DuMonde find themselves with the duty of uniting their world. They are the only ones who can save their world, and in doing so, save each other.
I cheated - I wrote this a month ago.
This is my pitch for my book.
(WARNING: RANT OCCURS BELOW)
It's atrocious.
I would like to write anything else. I have to proof read Riley Girl some more. I'm about 155 pages (48,218 words) into my favorite piece, Rain Falls Down. I'm 62 pages (22,811 words) into my zombie sci-fi: Canaan. And I have about 16 other short beginnings/ideas that range from 8 words to 20 pages.
I just can't.
My pitch is cheating - I'm just editing something I wrote a few weeks ago. School seems to suck the writing right out of me.
My Y key does not like to work on my keyboard.
I complain wayyy to much, I'm sorry. These things are so small - they are little details that I just get so stressed out over. I ruin my whole day fretting over these details.
For all you people out there who a) think I'm crazy or b) I have an attitude with - I am terribly sorry.
I am going to bed. I will try be in a glorious mood tommorrow - and if I'm not, I'll fake it.
Curse you, Y-key.
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