A Bit of Tomorrow

Prologue

Cassy

             They say "follow your heart". Well in reality our mind is the strongest independent part of our body. That's a fact but I still choose to believe that our minds follow what our hearts say. Life hasn't always been about having to speak your own mind. Sometimes you just have to write the contents of your heartbeat. It is always the art of wanting to convey but at the same time for readers to relate to the thousands of stories circling around our imagination. It's a cycle that just keeps on changing.

               "Miss Cassidy?" the interviewer waved before me as I snapped back to reality.

              "Oh, sorry! I lost myself for a minute there." I chuckled looking down at my fingers.

        We were in middle of recording an interview about my new book, and yes, this has been my life for the last seven years. Things in life do take an amusing turn as we go along and explore new things along the road. You never know what comes next.

             "Your debut novel has still been on the racks and each time it just makes a buzz. Does it amaze you how people have been endlessly purchasing, and to think that it's been years since the initial publish." she stated.

              "Oh wow. Now that you put it that way, I actually did not think much of how my stories would go places on such extent but thank you." I smiled at her.

          Writing has been a passion of mine ever since I started school. Probably for the reason that I was the only daughter of a children's books writer. I grew up wishing I could entertain people through written words. Thus, that's how everything came to be.

               "Thank you for today Miss Cassidy, we'll make sure to patronize your book and tell on it to everyone." Jane, which I believed to be the interviewer's name was, reached her hand out for me to shake. I politely offered her one and gave her a smile as response to her flattering.

          Everyone was tidying up, I stood up to get my handbag, preparing things before I head out and see the publishing company that's been handling the publishing of the two recent books I've authored.

          Seven years, I can't even begin to comprehend if people recognized me for my work or is it just the fact that they find me intriguing enough, a 28-year old writer who's been switching publishing companies since the day of her debut. If I haven't lost count, probably it's been five different companies that I've worked with and they have been such hectic and never really cared about the real essence of written works, just there for the business and of course, money.

          I don't think this company was any different. The only reason I lasted two books with them is because I grew tired of changing environments. Still don't think I will settle with them for the rest of this career, I will have to terminate my contract sooner or later with them.

         I usually get offers from tons of them but I still can't put a finger on the fact why I keep signing with companies that I would eventually leave. Most of them are really just after their benefit. I would usually suggest that my profit be given out to charities but they end up hogging the money. Heartless human beings, the least this world needs right now.

            A sigh escaped my mouth as I enter the three-story building. "Good afternoon, ma'am," the receptionist greeted me while I nodded in return. I padded towards the elevator and pressed the button. The door opened revealing a teenage girl, probably aged sixteen, walking out with her head down. I noticed she was carrying a book, I stole a quick glance and immediately recognized that it was the book I just released.