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Continúa, Has publicado may 11, 2016
"It has been a year, a year, since that fateful day, when every aspect of my life began to fall apart. A year ago, when the space between life and death seemed non-existent. A year ago, when I lost interest in daily routines, in living on a planet where happiness was a 'rare occurrence'. A year ago, when life had no adventure, no thrill to it. But, it was that same year, when I found inspiration. 
         She came to me at midnight precisely, dressed up in fine garments and jewellery that sparkled in the lamplight, before which I sat, a shrivelled lump of a person. She strode up to my chair and regally bestowed upon me her glory, her innovation. And that was how I came up with the idea of 'finding inspiration'. A story about how I found mine."  

Aria Sherwood has lost her sense of creativity and excitement as she grows into a life where the real world catches up to her. With only her manager/friend Leah Adamson supporting her, her will to change lives through writing has disappeared. But one trip to a region which has inspired generations and generations of authors, anything is possible. But it is not the result that matters, it is the journey to get there that does. So the question we ask is how, how did Aria find inspiration?   

Warning: Aria Sherwood's errors can be seen on several occasions, but the first draft always captures the essence and quality of a writer, thus her first draft has been put up with the editor comments :)

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