Works in Progress.

I get this story in my head whenever I get in a certain mood or a certain line of events happen in my life. My brain goes into the mindset of this woman, Ayana, who is a mildly successful author. The story once began when she had her first book signing event in Canada (though I don’t even know if writers still do that. Dream deferred. >.<) She sees a guy that she talked to five years prior who casually disappeared after two years of them being friends. Then, three years later, he appears and tells her he moved on. Just like that. So, like any sane person, she tries to kill herself and winds up in a mental hospital.

That is the prelude. The story’s skeleton is as follows -- she wakes up and has become a success overnight. Everyone is talking about her and the fact that she is crazy. She does not enjoy it. She’s used to living a normal life since her rise to success was recent and she’d already had trouble navegating being famous. Now that she is known, it is harder. She tries to become a recluse but her manager encourages her to not run and instead to use the fame to release her book’s sequel, The Name of This Book is Cliche (I don’t have any good horror titles in mind, but you get it).

But, Ayana can’t focus. She is basically losing her mind because she suppresses her feelings and put them into a bottle or a joint and can’t deal with it. She doesn’t want therapy or to get better. That sounds ridiculous, but denial is often ridiculous. All of this, thus far, is true for me as a person except the help part. Though, I feel as though the second that help no longer seems like something that I want, I’ll stop seeking it. And yeah, there are other things I didn’t mention, like her brother’s weird ass girlfriend, Kaminie, and her various flings with various guys online.

I don’t know how it ends. This was literally all inspired by a nightmare. But yeah, I dunno how to end it, and again, it only comes in a certain mood (that I do NOT want to live in forever), so yeah, work in progress.