Who am I? It’s a question I
ask often, and often I come away with no answer. Mainly because I’m still
searching. Who am I? Depending on what mood I’m in or who I want
to impress I can be several different people, for you see who I am is dependent
on who you are.
When I was a child I was many
different people, both to myself and to others. To others I was an abuse victim
trying to survive in this world after I was born. As I grew up I was a little
girl just trying to feel safe. To the abusers in my life, I was nothing more
than a rag doll to be use and tossed aside. Still to others I reached out to, I
was invisible. But to God I was
cherished. AS I continued to grow up, I was many things and wished I was many
different people. So the one person I chose to be is the one person who could
be any one in the world. I became a writer. Under my writing hat, my name often
changed as I began to develop characters to write about and they were very
different then who I was in reality. Because the characters I created were not
abused, not abandoned and not ignored. They were strong women who could
accomplish anything at the drop of a hat. I was known by many different names- if
only to myself.
Who am I? As I reached Jr.
High and high school I became a romantic searching for her prince charming. I
didn’t want to get married or have children. I loved the idea of a prince
coming in on a white horse and rescuing and loving a damsel in distress. I am a
romantic. I love love. I love reading books and listening to music where there
is undying love so strong it can withstand anything. I am a romantic. I love
romantic movies that make me cry/ and wish the ending never came.
Who am I? Now I am a woman who never seems to give up
even though there are times things are stacked against me. Who am I a writer
who can be any one she wants to be at any point in time. A detective solving
murders. A rescuer who comes in and saves a woman who cannot save herself. A
protector of children. But most of all I
am a dreamer. A dreamer that anything and all things are possible. That the
only thing we have to fear is not trying.
Who am I? To my husband I am
his friend, his lover, his wife. I am a writer.
When I thought about the type
of stories I liked to write and wanted to write, so many things went through my
head. There was so much advice out there I didn’t know who to listen to. I have
so many stories on my desk top ranging from every different area. So where do I
start?
Well the first place I had to
start was in my heart and in my soul.
What type of writing really made he happy? Horror, erotic scary
paranormal, true crime, Christian, or romantic? I had written something in each
category. Currently the only one up for sale is a Christian romantic one. Now
I’m trying to figure out which book will be number two on the list.
As I work to decide I had to
start in my heart and in my soul. Because each category was a piece of my soul
as I wrote each one. How could I chose one without denying the others? I
couldn’t nor was I. I was simply choosing one at a time to write and set out
into the world and hope others enjoyed them as I did. The story I have chosen
to work on now is Secrets. It is about a
betrayed woman who was left and framed for murders she did not commit. Oh and did I mention she was a cop. In fact
all his victims were cops. It’s on its 3rd draft so I hope to have
it complete and on line soon.
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