I wrote myself out of depression with my self-published novel "Masks of Nudity" and into complete confidence with its screenplay "Revealing". Now I am eager to do what I feel I was put on Earth to do; to write, but for a reason.
Teresa rose from her lumpy mattress in the rustic cabin and gazed at an adjacent figure under the thick bedspread. She slid quietly off the bed and padded past unpacked luggage to the tiny bathroom. The bare bulb above the sink glared painfully into her blood-shot eyes. She shut them as she splashed her face with cold water but the visions from last night’s dream flashed across her mind’s eye; a deep wood, barren of leaves, she dashed across a small stream, a child’s voice called to her; ‘Hurry.’ Teresa’s sleeping boyfriend, Mark and her were meeting his...
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