Julian West
“Hey, do we order Chinese or pizza?” Henry yelled from the kitchen.
I was currently trying my hand on a new book idea that Suzan had sent to me earlier in the week. Suzan was my confidant when it came to the writing business. She was also a writer herself. We met in college a few years back before she dropped out to make her first self-published novel that would go on to be nominated for a Pulitzer prize. That's how good she was. I remembered her always being wonderful at writing and wondered how she didn't struggle with cohesion and emotions, while I, who finished the entire college program in literature, still had a hard time putting emotions into pages. Especially softer emotions.
I could pin fear, anxiety and depression on any character, and it would feel natural. But
