Friday, November 27, 2009
When it comes to matters of the heart, I honestly wonder if we have any say in it at all. Can we choose who to love or who to care about? Can we convince ourselves that someone is not the one, even if every fiber of our being is screaming that they are? If there is such a thing as fate, and some things are just meant to be, does that mean they’ll be easy? Should ‘fate’ take care of everything and bend time and space, no matter the consequences, to allow two people to be together?
Fate is a general them in all three of my books. Everything that happens in book one, sets up the events in book two and everyone you meet in book two, plays an integral role in book three, even though it is twenty years later. As a writer, forced to interconnect all these events, I am now more aware of them as I see them occur around me. But in real life, there aren’t always happy endings.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
My only comfort is that I’m not alone. I think I’m sort of the honorary president of our non-existing fan club with my circle of friends. They all come to me when they have new Twilight info. Pics/videos/articles. They all tell me immediately. Partly because they know I will want to know, and partly because they want someone else to have the reaction to said pics/videos/articles that they did. (I think, anyway)
“Why?” you ask. If you’ve never read the books then you need to. If you have read them and just didn’t 'get' it, get what all the fuss was about; let me break it down for you:
There are three kinds of people in this world.
1) Those who love Twilight
2) Those who hate Twilight (This doesn’t mean those that read it and thought it was ‘okay.’ They fall into category 1. This is for people that bash it online and say they hated it and didn’t get it)
3) The jerks that won’t even give it a chance. (Honestly #3 falls into a whole new category of stupid and that is another blog entirely…so we will focus on 1 and 2.)
People that love Twilight are passionate, loving people. They are able to step back from a situation, fictional or otherwise and appreciate its beauty. They are able to laugh at life’s funny moments and cry at the sad ones, not caring who may be watching for either. They are creative and insightful and tend to see the world in a rainbow of colors, rather than just black and white. I have never met a Twilight fan that I didn’t like.
On the other hand
I have found people that hate Twilight to be generally unhappy in their own lives and unable to find an inner peace that they have been searching for. They are closed off and find flaws with everything, make them up if they have to, so the rest of the world is as flawed as they feel on the inside. They have a hard time seeing the beauty in something that may not seem beautiful right away and are quick to relish in the misfortune of another. I have only met a handful of people that outright hated Twilight. I didn’t like, and do not speak, to any of them.
Those of you that know me, know that Twilight quite literally changed my life as it inspired me to write my recently published novel, ‘Emmy’s Song.’ The words were there, the story was there, but Twilight reached deep into my soul, in a place I hadn’t been to in a long time, and allowed harmony to flow through me and into the words on the page. I am now, and will remain for the rest of my life, a die-hard Twilighter and I don’t care who knows it.
Monday, November 2, 2009
I still believe in fate, don’t get me wrong. I’m just questioning her motives lately.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I am enough of this crap. How many innocent, precious children are going to have to suffer before we as a society say, enough is enough. How many times will we hear the term ‘repeat sex offender’ before we realize whatever we are doing, isn’t working?
When I first moved to ‘the big city’ from Bryceville, I was the only child that lived in our subdivision. The bus refused to come into the subdivision so I had to wait on the main road. I began to notice the same car drive by every morning but didn’t think too much of it as there was a lot of construction still going on. Then one day, the car stopped. The male driver asked me a question and I leaned in to hear what he said. To my twelve-year-old surprise, he was naked and fondling himself. I screamed and he drove away. The bus came soon after and the police were called. He was apprehended the next day (on his way to my bus stop) and admitted to everything. He was sentenced to ‘probation’ and I never heard from him again. Do you have any idea how much worse that could have been? Do you have any idea how close I came to being one of those little girls?
This is my call for action. I have begun research online regarding school transportation and possible bus re-routes. I am starting a blog that will focus on mom’s that have to work, asking for help from those that are blessed and don’t, to make sure their children get to and from school/bus stop safely. I am going to research the current FMLA laws and inquire as to a provision to protect women who have to get their children to school in the mornings. I don’t know what else to do but something has to be done. If not us, then who? If not now, then when? Please send me an email at email@example.com if you are interested in getting involved.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Cameron has his friend spending the night..first sleep over. Good times.
That’s all for now.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Oh, and just incase you are interested, here is the link to purchase Emmy’s Song! :)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
First Reviews for Emmy’s Song
~Provided by Howling Good Books
For all you Twilighters, you will love this tale. From the beginning I thought I knew exactly where this was heading. Girl meets boy, falls in love with boy, finds herself in mortal danger, boy rescues her from said danger. Well I was proven that even though I have read numerous books with those guidelines that that is not all there is to it. Though I wished for something completely out of the molding, I did enjoy the beginning to this series. I would recommend this to the older teen, due to some sensual moments.
~ Teen Reviewer
Emmy’s Song by Christy Trujillo intrigued me from the get go. As I read it started to remind me of Twilight, but with a slight Spanish flair that, to me, added a little more intrigue. I enjoyed the very differences that distinguished this from Twilight. For me it was less emo, maybe because the main female character seems to have her life planned out. She wants more out of her life than just to be part of a couple, she has actual plans. Her love and pride of her family also make Emmy stand out in my mind. I look forward to seeing more of the Maldito series, and hope to learn more of these interesting factions of Vampire Hunters in the future. Although the main characters are in High School and in their teens because of the sensual images within Emmy’s Song I do suggest this as a more mature young adult reader, 16 and up.
~Nicole, Owner, Howling Good Books
Friday, September 25, 2009
The reviews. Oh, I just don’t even want to read them. I honestly didn’t even think about that part when I thought it would be a good idea to give this whole publishing stuff a shot. I just keep telling myself, if Twilight got some bad reviews, anything can get a bad review, no matter how wonderfully life changing the story is. (Yes, for those of you that don’t know I’m a HUGE Twilight fan. I was a fan back before it was cool to be a fan, too. I used to get teased at work and everything..until I made them all read the books!)
The music. You know how something happens to you and you are caught in this moment and in the back of your head you hear a song that would fit perfectly? That is what happens to Emmy throughout Emmy’s Song and Emmy’s Heart. She constantly has a song on repeat in her head and it changes based on her circumstance. Here is the ‘soundtrack’ for Emmy’s Song.
“Bring Him Home” from the musical Les Miserables
“Life Is a Highway” written and originally performed by Tom Cochrane. Remade by Rascal Flats
“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” words written by William Yeats
“When You Love Someone” by Bryan Adams
“In Your Eyes” by Peter Gabriel
“Untouched” by The Veronicas
“The Air Force Song” by Robert MacArthur Crawford
Cale and Emmy’s song: “If the Moon Fell Down” by Chase Coy
“At Last” by Etta James
I hope you will give Emmy’s Song a chance. Starting 10/1, it can be purchased at:
Emmy’s Heart isn’t 100% finished yet so I am very open to suggestions on the story. If after reading Emmy’s Song you have a suggestion on the story send it over to firstname.lastname@example.org. I would love to hear your thought on the direction the story should go.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
There is a town in Florida called Cassadaga. People travel from all over to visit this town. Not for a them park or a water park, nothing typical of the sunshine state. They travel to Cassadaga because it is a Spiritualist Camp where you can have your palm read, ora drawn, and cards dealt. About seven months ago a few friends and I decided to see what all the fuss was about so we packed up in a Honda CRV and headed down there. It was a fun trip, that’s for sure. We even had a theme song.. “Won’t you take me to..spooky town..” Haha, get it? Anyway, we get there and my friend Courtney pays for me to have a reading which I am thinking is a load of crap when I sit down with the lady. I like her right of the bat. She is funny and insightful. I feel like I am having a good conversation with a smart woman and getting good advice on my life. I still don’t believe she has said anything prolific. Then I ask her about my book. If I will ever get published. She immediately says yes. Now I’m thinking she is just trying to make me feel better because there is no way I will ever get published. She says the first one will be a flop. That it will get published but there will be something I write later that will speak to people. That will be my shining moment and then folks will come back to this book. She tells me to read The Shack, which is evidently about a man whose little girl is taken and murdered and then he goes to the shack where they find her body and talks to God. (I have a serious aversion to all that sort of stuff, it makes me sick to my stomach so I haven’t read that yet.) I smile, say thank you, and leave. Happy but not affected.
Well, here we are…and now I’m getting published. Dude. DUDE! Really, I didn’t think I would ever, ever, ever get published in any form. Kinda crazy. I guess I should read that book
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
So many wonderful folks helped me through the writing process that I truly feel they deserve some recognition. So here it is.
Sarah – Thank you for being the awesome friend that you are and letting me use your name. “It was you, you know. Everything good about me was you.” I meant it when I wrote it and I mean it now. I love you Pea.
Heather – This book is dedicated to you because without you, I would still be looking at the words on my computer screen and wondering if they would ever be good enough. When I am with you, I feel like I can conquer the world. Thank you for lending me some of the light inside of you and for being my first and number one fan.
Christopher – My teacher and toughest critic. I have learned more from you in the five years that I have had the pleasure of calling you friend than I did in the entire twenty-five years before. Thank you for letting me use your name and for being an amazing friend/brother/boss.
Bob Diforio – Thank you for introducing me to the world of publishing. You are an honest, kind, and wonderful man/agent. The time you spent with me when you didn’t have any time to spare is truly appreciated.
The entire Devine Destines crew – If ever there was a place where I have felt immediately welcomed and valued, it was within the Devine family. Jay, Tina, and the rest of the gang, I thank you for your patience with this fist time author and I hope I make you lots and lots of money! To my fellow Devine authors, you guys are the best!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Positive things: I didn’t eat out again for lunch, am in a way better mood, started writing more, overall happiness level is on the rise.
Negative things: I didn’t do the stairs or exercise in any way, shape, form, or fashion. I didn’t play with Cam. (In my defense he spent a few nights at my mom’s house.) I did however already make plans with him for tonight. We are going to watch one of his movies while my husband is at work.
So overall, I would say it’s a good start for Operation Enough is Enough.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
1)The stairs are my friend. I will run the stairs at work at least three times a week.
2)Going out to eat is going straight to my ass. Friday lunch out ONLY. (Damn you Orange Tree)
3)Cameron time. I will spend more time with Cameron doing what he wants to do.
4)Water. Drink it.
5)Life. Love it.
Well, I’ll let you know in a few days how this is all shaking out. Cross your fingers for me.
Friday, July 10, 2009
My only advice (though I can never take my own advice) would be, don’t beat yourself up over it. If you learned from it, if you will never ever look at yourself in the mirror facing the same disappointment, then you have grown as a person. If you know now, more than you knew then, perhaps it’s not disappointment that you feel at all. Perhaps, it’s growing pains.
“The size of your success is measured by the strength of your desire; the size of your dream; and how you handle disappointment along the way.” ~ Robert Kiyosaki. Smart fella.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
My eleventh grade English honors teacher forever changed my life because she never took of for spelling. For the first time I was allowed to use the words I wanted to but didn’t (still don’t) know how to spell. And now I’m a writer. I bet she has no idea.
The preacher, whose name escapes me, who led the revival at the Baldwin Baptist Church forever changed my life and my relationship with God. I’m sure he doesn’t even remember me, I was seven.
My friend Amy Surrency (Nash now) touched my soul when we were in fifth grade. She was the first person that ever called themselves my best friend.
My friend Michele taught me how to be a grown up and always put things in ‘Christy terms’ which helped a lot. I think she does know that actually. ;)
My point is, all these people come in and out of our lives and we never get the chance to tell them what they mean to us. So take the time and tell someone. Tell them you love them, you never know. Maybe they love you too.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Book deal, check.
I should be jumping for joy and on my knees every second of every day thanking God for all the blessings in my life. And I am thankful. At the same time, I wonder who the heck I am. All my life I have been someone’s something. Their daughter, her friend, his girlfriend, his wife, his mom but never just me. I think I am myself when I write, but I write from the point of view of a seventeen year-old girl. Now what the heck does that say about me? I have a theory. (You know I love the theories!)
When I was seventeen, I loved a boy and music with all my heart. And I mean every last ventricle. (I love him still but that’s neither here nor there.) He loved me too, as much as a teenage boy can love someone. And music was my life. Chorus, Musical Theater, all of it. Things with the boy ended, I was betrayed by a ‘friend,’ and ended up in the auditorium with slit wrists. Yes I know, but that’s not the bad part. At the suggestion of a therapist, I was pulled out of chorus and enrolled into the work release program. That hurt more than losing him. And every day when I would leave, I had to walk past the chorus room and hear them singing. It was like a knife in my soul. I think it’s still there.
Anywho..my theory. I don’t think I ever changed emotionally again. I grew older, but in my head, I swear, I am still seventeen. Ask anyone I know and they will back this up. I am that girl that says things she shouldn’t say and does things everyone else is thinking about but won’t. So now I’m thirty and I want to know who I am, or who I would have been if that didn’t happen. Would I have gone to Berklee and been a Musical Therapist? Would I sing at church? (I don’t sing in front of people anymore.) Would I have waited for him?
That’s my mission for the year. By the time I am thirty-one, I want to know without a shadow of doubt who the hell I am.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
When your soul is asleep, the world passes you by and you miss the details.
When your soul is asleep, the words don’t register and lose their meaning.
When your soul is asleep, your heart shuts down and you forget. Forget how the wind feels on a warm summer day, forger the smell of candy apples in the fall, and candy canes in the winter. Forget how light you can feel when the weight of the world isn’t pushing you further and further down into despair.
Then something changes, the world moves under you, and your soul wakes up. Alone, scared, but awake. Awake feels so good you don’t ever want to go back. You have to change. Inside yourself, twist yourself, because you are forever altered. You see every detail, all the colors of a sunset, all the sounds of the beach. You hear the words and they touch you. You remember the sweet smells of every season and your heart is light again. Alone, but light.
Will you stay awake or allow fear to keep you asleep, missing your life? It’s your choice. Make the right one.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Really good music
Someone singing really good music to me
Tall boys with dark hair
Tall boys with dark hair named Edward ;)
Chocolate Thunder From Down Under (dessert at Outback yummmy)
Christopher when he is not pacing
When the Gators win (at anything, football, baseball, lacrosse)
Good dreams (Like the wake up and try to go back to sleep good dreams)
A clean house
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The first day is always the best. When you are sick, the first day is not so bad. When you have broken heart the first day is the best because you are usually still mad and that makes it easier to cope.
The second day, things start to go downhill but they are still not at rock bottom. You feel a little worse, your resolve is wavering but you think you can make it.
The third day, everything goes to shit. You feel awful, you can’t stop crying, you’re a mess! Your illness is kicking your butt, you just want to die.
If you can make it past the third day, you can make it! So for everyone on the third day..just hold on. Tomorrow will be better, I promise.
Monday, May 25, 2009
It’s worth it. That’s what I keep telling myself. I need to know. I need to see him. I met him a month ago online.
“You have a pretty smile,” he had said.
That was all it took. The connection was instant. His words, the way he said them. I felt like he was the other half of my soul. It was as if we had known each other our entire lives and we had never even actually spoken. He told me he had known me in another life, that it was fate. He told me that he would keep the promise he made to me and that he would always find me. Though I didn’t really believe in reincarnation, I believed him.
The weeks passed and our conversations took a different turn, he started pulling away. Confused and hurt, I asked him why. Was it something I had done?
“No, of course not. I just need some time. We’ll be together soon, I promise.” His words were fresh in my mind.
The plane landed and I began to lose my nerve. What in the world was I going to say? Hi. Nice to see you. I had no idea. I kept telling myself that he just changed his mind. Folks were entitled to change their minds. I looked at the piece of paper I was cluthing in my hand for the hundredth time. I didn’t have any luggage, just a carry on bag. I walked up to the first cab I saw outside the airport and gave him the address.
It was a short trip, not nearly long enough for me to decide what to say. I handed the cabdriver a fifty dollar bill and asked him to wait. I was sure it wouldn’t take long for him to tell me to get lost, that I wasn’t who he thought I was after all.
A woman answerers the doorbell and my heart drops. He was married.
“Yes, can I help you?” She asks in a friendly voice.
Perfect. “Yes, I’m sorry; I may have the wrong house. Is Tom here?”
Her face falls and she swings the door wide open. “Why would you ask that? Why would you come here and ask that? Is this some kind of sick joke?”
Confused, I start to apologize, certain now that I did in fact have the wrong house. “I’m very sorry. This must be the wrong house. I’m looking for Tom Davis.”
She starts to weep. She slams the door in my face and I am too shocked to move. I finally turn and make my way back to the cab. I am shaking uncontrollably when I slip in the backseat and ask the driver to take me back to the airport. This was a mistake.
He turns to look at me then. “Hey lady, I don’t know who you are and I don’t usually get involved in these things but that woman has been through enough. Just leave it alone, okay.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I was coming to meet a friend and I must have the wrong address.”
“You asked her where Tom was.”
“Yes, that’s my friend. See I met him online and I wanted to surprise him…”
“Lady, Tom’s dead.”
“What are you talking about?” I wanted to hit him. What the hell was wrong with everyone? I just talked to him last week.
“Tom Davis died in a car accident two weeks ago. That was his mother. Geez lady.” He turned back to the wheel.
“Wait. Can you take me to the graveyard? Please? PLEASE?” I was in full blown hysterics. The nausea that I felt on the plane came back with an intensity I couldn’t fight.
We drive to a small Catholic Church and park near a small graveyard. I open the door and begin to run. I know where to go. I don’t know how but I know where to go. I fall next to his grave. The date was there, etched in stone. Two weeks had passed since he had been buried. One week had passed since his last email.
I just need some time. Those had been the last words he typed me. Time for what? I feel like I am losing my mind. My heart starts to hurt. My chest is on fire and I can’t breathe. Lightning courses down my left hand and my arm loses all feeling. I collapse face first into the dirt. There by his grave, I died.
The light was bright. He was there with me. Stephan, Collin, Christopher, Dylan, and most recently Thomas. We held each other for the few brief moments we had.
“Will you find me?” I ask him.
“I always do my love, I always do.”
I held his hand while the fates pulled us in different directions. Yes, he would find me.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
As I reflect on my life, which I have been doing a lot these days, I come to a few realizations.
1) It aint that bad. Actually it’s pretty good. I have a good job, great kid, better than the rest step-daughter and a hard working husband. Yes, we’ve been married FOREVER and yes, we probably got married too young but at the end of the day, he’s perfect for me. He’s not the man in my book, but he’s the man in my life. And speaking of my books, even if they never get published, they are my outlet and I love writing them.
2) It is what I make it. I can wake up and decide to be happy or decide to be sad. A positive attitude really goes along way. “I count my blessings, instead of sheep…” and the world is a little brighter, the music is a little louder and my ass is a little smaller. Okay, well, maybe not that last one! ;)
3) I am ME. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that there isn’t anyone else like me. I am honest, loud, and a little crazy. I’m tenacious, emotional, and full of fun adjectives to describe however I may be feeling at the moment. I like me. And most folks I meet do too.
4) The show must go on. No matter how I feel, life is going to keep right on going. I still have to take care of my family, go to work, and breathe so I might as well make the best of it. As I previously stated, you only get one shot at this whole life thing and I would rather say, “Why did I do that” than “Why DIDN’T I do that.”
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Smile even though its breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
Monday, May 18, 2009
I am very interested in Emmy's Song and would like to see the full manuscript. You mentioned this being a three-part series, but is each book the same basic length? May I see all three parts or is only part one ready? I definitely need to see the complete part one even if parts two and three are not ready.
I'm attaching our suggested guidelines so you can see what we prefer in a manuscript.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I fear that I am that person that is never happy with my work. I think I will be reading my printed and published novel and wish I could change something. I am vowing to myself not to send any queries for a month. If you follow this blog at all you know I just recently went through an attitude adjustment/rewrite. Even though I now feel I have literally perfection (Lord help me) in my midst, I will wait at least a month to query.
I leave you with this:
Never give up. Go over, under, around, or through, but never give up.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
“Thanks for sending along the opening pages of Emmy's Song. Truth be told, though, I’m afraid these pages just didn't draw me in as much as I had hoped. I'm pressed for time these days and, what with my reservations about the project, I suspect I wouldn't be the best fit.”
So what does that tell you? I need to go back to the drawing board right? I need to do something better, be something better. My friends read it and they all say, “It’s great, you should be proud of yourself!” But obviously its not and I have a lot to learn. I’m starting over, from the top. Out with the old, in with the new.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
While we are on the subject, here is why I think we can’t get enough of vampires…
We all have this struggle between who we are and who we want to be, between right and wrong, between acceptable and not acceptable behavior. A vampire is the epitome of this. Forced into a life they didn’t choose, left to struggle with their nature and what they know is right. Yes, there are the evil ones that are happy to be blood-hungry monsters and then there are those who have a conscience and do everything they can to not be what they are. Isn’t that the way humanity is. In a much broader spectrum on a much deeper level, but really, aren’t we all just trying to do the right thing?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do believe in vampires. J
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
On a happy note, I am having a date weekend with my husband. We are going to St. Augustine and on the ghost tour. (So my thing!) My son is going out of town with my parents so we are alone for three whole days. Holy Crap! I’m excited.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
2) I am very, very, very spoiled
3) I wish I could tell the future
4) I am not very smart
5) I am not a good mother
6) I hate to cook
7) I like to clean
8) I love HTML codes
9) I love myspace, facebook, linkedin, all that shit
10) I curse too much (see above)
11) I love to sing
12) I love to read
13) I love to write
14) I want someone to pay me money to sit at home and make up stories all day
15) I really can’t see shit. These words, yeah, their blurry
16) I love all animals more than most people
17) Even though he has done some bad stuff, I would fight to the death for the love of my
18) I believe in vampires
19) I don’t believe in love at first sight
20) I love my black car and my pink iPod
21) I still watch cartoons with my son and still love anything Disney
22) I have never been on a real vacation
23) I am constantly worried that I stink
24) I hate shoes
25) I love bags
Thursday, February 12, 2009
A place or state of oblivion to which persons or things are regarded as being relegated when cast aside, forgotten, past, or out of date.
I, unfortunately, am in limbo. My agent is very busy and has not had a chance to look at my rewrites yet and I have no idea if they are good enough or not. I have been touching up the second novel in the meantime but don’t want to go too far incase I have to change something dramatically. UGHHH.
Oh, and on a side note, I would like to beat the mess out of the person who created the words affect and effect. What the hell? I can not for the life of me remember when to use one or the other. They are evil words meant to torture poor, unsuspecting aspiring writers such as myself.
I hate waiting.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I am a twenty-nine (yes, the big ‘30’ this year) year-old wife, mother and aspiring author. I have completed my first novel and I am now going through a grueling editing process. (Yuck) I love my day job but can’t wait to quit it to stay home and daydream all day! I have a few girlfriends that have stayed by my side through all of life’s little adventures and the most amazing husband a gal could ask for. My son is five, soon to be fifty, and a handful! And that is me in a nutshell.
Today I would like to talk about the art of writing. My day job is a coordinator for a team that responds to bids and proposals for a professional staffing firm. They all have college degrees and take their jobs very seriously, as they should. I, on the other hand, did not go to college and have no professional training whatsoever. I cannot spell and often have trouble with subject/verb agreement. But I LOVE to write. All my life I have loved to write and everything I have learned about writing has been from reading. Reading was a passion of mine as an only child. I would stay locked away in my room for hours, escaping loneliness in the pages of anything I could get my hands on. And then I would write my own stories about my life, things I wanted, and things I longed for. I didn’t think they were great, but I didn’t think they were atrocious either.
Soon after staring at this position, I was immediately put in my place as the ‘dumb’ one. I was the one who didn’t go to college and therefore, was not as good as the rest of the group, the lowly coordinator if you will. Lost in the mechanics of what they call ‘professional writing,’ I gave up and accepted my fate. Then in July of 2008, inspiration struck in the form of a movie poster. (I am not going to tell you which one yet. Our relationship is too new for that.) I had caught the bug again and simply couldn’t stop the words from flowing. By September, I had finished my first novel, Emmy’s Song. It was an error-ridden novel, but a novel just the same. I let an associate take a look and of course, it was slammed. The words are not big enough, your writing is not visual enough, and you are not like me enough! This time, however, I had a lovely woman in my life by the name of Heather Ranes who never let me feel foolish or unworthy and pushed me to pursue my dream. She even helped me get a few freelance jobs! And here I am, it really might happen! I really might publish a YA novel.
So all that being said, what I really want to say to you is, NEVER give up. NEVER let someone tell you that you are not good at something because you don’t do things the way they would. You are the only you in the world and someone, somewhere needs to know you.