freespirit1
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...describe teh office or what lily is? wearing? Should I go into some details about how Lilys husband died? Here is the first scene from my novel:
Lily Andrews sighed as she gazed out at the dark grey rocky ocean as rain gently tapped Dr.Ellis' office window. Just another one of southern California’s rainy winter days, which suited her mood just perfectly. She had only been in Dr. Ellis office for ten minutes of her hour long session and she was ready to go. I should not have shown up today Lily thought to herself. She couldn’t wait for the day to be over; this was one of the hardest days of the year for her. She had been seeing Dr. Ellis a psychiatrist for a year now after encouragement from family and friends. They figured the grief process was taking too long, but Dr. Ellis said that the length of the grief process varies depending on the person. It also did not help that the anxiety attacks had gotten worse and more frequent over the two years since her husband’s death.
“Lily…Are you listening?”asked a concerned Dr. Ellis his voice sounding far away. Lily cleared her throat.
“Yes.” She said listlessly.
“Are your anxiety attacks or nightmares getting any better?”
“Yes.” Lilly lied. She was tired of shoving pills down her throat and those awful side effects. Oh the nightmares were horrible, they felt so real. She shuddered at the thought. She figured she would eventually get better over time. She wished there was a medication to cure the lonely ache in her heart. Lily closed her eyes tightly and willed the tears to go away, but no success. All of a sudden Lilly stood up and gathered up her Dooney and Bourke purse and in a choked up voice said, “I’m sorry Dr. Ellis, I will be here next week at the usual time, today is just not a good day for me.”
Lily Andrews sighed as she gazed out at the dark grey rocky ocean as rain gently tapped Dr.Ellis' office window. Just another one of southern California’s rainy winter days, which suited her mood just perfectly. She had only been in Dr. Ellis office for ten minutes of her hour long session and she was ready to go. I should not have shown up today Lily thought to herself. She couldn’t wait for the day to be over; this was one of the hardest days of the year for her. She had been seeing Dr. Ellis a psychiatrist for a year now after encouragement from family and friends. They figured the grief process was taking too long, but Dr. Ellis said that the length of the grief process varies depending on the person. It also did not help that the anxiety attacks had gotten worse and more frequent over the two years since her husband’s death.
“Lily…Are you listening?”asked a concerned Dr. Ellis his voice sounding far away. Lily cleared her throat.
“Yes.” She said listlessly.
“Are your anxiety attacks or nightmares getting any better?”
“Yes.” Lilly lied. She was tired of shoving pills down her throat and those awful side effects. Oh the nightmares were horrible, they felt so real. She shuddered at the thought. She figured she would eventually get better over time. She wished there was a medication to cure the lonely ache in her heart. Lily closed her eyes tightly and willed the tears to go away, but no success. All of a sudden Lilly stood up and gathered up her Dooney and Bourke purse and in a choked up voice said, “I’m sorry Dr. Ellis, I will be here next week at the usual time, today is just not a good day for me.”