journal.
This happened this evening. I spent the last 18 months deep in thought. What sort of book did people want? A memoir? A how-to? A digital book? A print book? What sort of font? What sort of line spacing and margins and...
And for 18 months...
What if Cinderella had an attitude problem and Snow White just liked the idea of strangers and poisons too much?
What if the Little Mermaid always enjoyed human company more than her own kind's and Sleeping Beauty just liked her solitude more than human touch?
What if the only rabbit hole Alice ever fell down was a terrible mistake with an awful substance, never discussed as such?
What if they locked Wendy away for hallucinating about Neverland and a boy who never grew up?
What if fairytales aren't as innocent as they sound and even princesses aren't perfect?
What if I told you that your damage doesn't define you and the way you survive is no one else's damned business?
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