Everyone has them… good or bad, they help develop who we are. The issue with fiction is you are not only trying to figure out who your characters are, you also have to create them from as far back in the past as you can. Knowing how they will react and creating a scene is easier if there is some sort of idea of who these people are.
Unfortunately with the good comes the bad. Bad memories dont always have to a bad thing though… those are the things that help shape you in strength and in times of adversity. The saying about walking a mile in someones shoes is very true. After creating all these characters is it a lot easier to see peoples reactions and take time to think…. what happened with them ?
Ive had a lot of time these last few days to go through some of my favorite memories and even some that hurt… But I cherish all of them.
<3 ya all…. hope you all are enjoying the book,
Yeah, its a bit cliche… but I feel like I should visit a shrink right now.
I wrote the book…. I edited the book… I e published the book.
AND NOW…. all of my friends can read it. *GULP*
What if they don’t like it, what if it makes them not like me ? What if the whole world is secretly moved by an alien race bent of destroying us all…. oh sorry…. wrong story
Praying for some good reviews soon
<3 ya all
Well…. I’m gonna try.
The book has been submitted and within 48 hours will be available for purchase. My tummy hurts :s
So hear goes everyone, lets see how it flies, lets see if it works… I am now at your mercy !
Thanks Paul for all the help with this and for every day riding my butt to FINISH IT !!!
That being said … here we go folks, who is gonna take this ride with me
With nit picky details being worked out I sit in awe of my work sitting on my Kindle…
The edits are done…. *gulp*
Lets face it… I am a 37 year old woman. I’m sure that hurt me more to say it than it did for you to hear it. Like most people I don’t feel 37, and I certainly dont act it ! Ask my teenage daughters who are constantly being mistaken for my sisters, and who hide their heads in shame when mom acts like an idiot. Lately I have been on a journey to accept who I am.
I’m never going to be small and petite (I’m 5ft8, and I have HIPS) I’m never going to have bright blue eyes, my turquoise contacts have a neat affect on my dark brown eyes though. And I’m never going to be a “normal” mom And there is nothing wrong with that ! AS a writer, I love meeting and interacting with the interesting people in life ! I love taking little pieces of those personalities to make my characters. So that’s why I say don’t fight who you are… embrace it ! You might end up in a book
There is a poem stuck in my head… perhaps some of you will know it. W.H Auden’s “The Funeral Blues.” They use it in Four weddings and a funeral..
If you haven’t seen the movie I suggest it, its a good comedy except for the funeral part. But the funeral is the part that always captures me. It is at that point in the movie you watch a true love story unfold, in the midst of all these weddings…here at the funeral you watch love come to the fore front. The words stick in my head…
“He was my north, my south, my east and west. My working week, my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.”
I wrote my love story to contradict that last part. I wanted to believe and have others believe that love would span the test of time, and distance, that regardless of the odds… it could last. Despite the harsh horrible world that surrounds these two characters, they want to make it through… together. In all honesty, even the relationships that don’t last, always leave you with something… regardless of what emotion that is, you are left with luggage or scars, or admiration, and in some cases even love for that person, you are left with a lasting reminder of that person.
My hope is to keep that in mind this week… its going to be a hard week. But just as before… I take a breath, and I carry on !
This is a real rough time in my house. In a few days we will reach another year gone since my daughters lost their dad. We weren’t together at the time of his death, hadn’t been in years; but that day a big piece of me was damaged. I have walked through these last two years with a numbness that never seems to fade. Part of writing is channeling emotions into the words you use. I have definitely noticed that in these last two years my writing has improved quite a bit. learning to deal with loss and helping my girls with theirs has definitely made me grow as a person.
The beginning of year two with my girls I made one simple statement… day 366… take a breath and go. As we approach year three I remind myself of that… take a breath, and lets go. Except for a brief outing today I will be editing the last 100 pages of book one.
I can do this !
This is the electronic release book cover. My artistic mind wanted to paint a picture that would make you understand the story before you read it. Unfortunately my mind is capable of more than physically possible
Welcome to my journey of publishing my two completed novels… and boy has it been a journey.
Several publishing companies, more complications then I can list, and delays that make a grown person want to cry ! But to help ease the pain of these delays we are pushing ahead with the electronic release of the first book. This in itself is a DAUNTING experience for me ! I love this book, I love these characters, I have had more than one person that I have allowed to read incarnations of this story tell me that it is going to be AWESOME… but lets face it. Its kinda like going out in public naked
I am desperately going to try to keep up with the blog to let you know how this journey is going. Right now this is where we sit. I am in the nauseating process of edits ( seriously its like cutting your fingers and watching them bleed.) After that we format it to the right style and …. RELEASE ! But that could all be a few weeks away still…Bear with me people !
Lots of love peoples,