okay,so im writing a novel called dust in the wind,its romance about an older woman remebering when she was young in the 70's,heres the prologue tell me if i should continue it or not:
I open my eyes to bright light shining in my brown orbs from the large summer sun. Breathing in the sweet smell of cut gr*censored* and the cool water from the brook near by, the sun warms me filling my mind. I feel numb and dazed, taking in all of nature before I stand up and reality comes back to be like a wave of ice water hitting my weathered face pulling back my long silver hair and stopping to be who I want to be and feeling free not caged by worries and problems, sometimes I wish I could be like that all the time, taken in by all to see inside and remember when I was young when things were good and life was a wonderful curiosity that would never be answered. The thrill of life burned inside me like the p*censored*ion for the boy I knew and will never forget, ill never forget those unforgiving icy blue eyes and shaggy brown hair the face of an angel and wiry lanky frame. My years ill never get back, I remember it like it was yesterday…..