I've been working a book for a few months now called A Secret to Hide (its a story about rape and learning to let go). I keep coming back to the preface, never completely satisfied with it. (to be honest, I liked it best before I messed with it, but I can't remember what it used to say).
Anyways, as I yet again mess with it, I can't figure out what to change - I just know that it's off.
preface:
"I’ve always heard that time can heal anything. No one had bothered to mention how long I would have to wait before I realized the lie in this statement. Time doesn’t heal anything, it simply passes, and it’s with the passing of time that you learn to come to terms, to move on. It’s easy to harbor negative feelings about previous mistakes and unhappiness, it’s hard to make yourself let go. Time doesn’t heal anything, but it does reveal secrets."
Can someone please help me fix it? It's driving me half insane =)
Also, here's a little teaser:
“Broken.” He had said. The word sent me tunneling deeper into thought. Broken? Maybe that was me, maybe I was broken. I definitely wasn’t myself anymore, and I didn’t know if I ever would be again. I felt like all reason had been pushed out of my life. Would I… no, could I ever be myself again? Some things are beyond repair – they can’t be fixed. After all, I’ve lost touch with who I once was. I shuddered at my seemingly mindless thought. Surely I could find a way to escape this mental trap; a way to just be me again."
Anyways, as I yet again mess with it, I can't figure out what to change - I just know that it's off.
preface:
"I’ve always heard that time can heal anything. No one had bothered to mention how long I would have to wait before I realized the lie in this statement. Time doesn’t heal anything, it simply passes, and it’s with the passing of time that you learn to come to terms, to move on. It’s easy to harbor negative feelings about previous mistakes and unhappiness, it’s hard to make yourself let go. Time doesn’t heal anything, but it does reveal secrets."
Can someone please help me fix it? It's driving me half insane =)
Also, here's a little teaser:
“Broken.” He had said. The word sent me tunneling deeper into thought. Broken? Maybe that was me, maybe I was broken. I definitely wasn’t myself anymore, and I didn’t know if I ever would be again. I felt like all reason had been pushed out of my life. Would I… no, could I ever be myself again? Some things are beyond repair – they can’t be fixed. After all, I’ve lost touch with who I once was. I shuddered at my seemingly mindless thought. Surely I could find a way to escape this mental trap; a way to just be me again."