What was it that made me start writing again and ultimately to self-publish? I was reading a lot of fan fiction online. Most of it was really good and creative. As it happened, I had ideas of my own and wrote a few down and shared with that online group.

From there, I had story ideas of my own and put pen to paper. Literally. I pulled out a yellow letter ruled notepad. Why yellow and not white? I find white blinding and hard on the eyes. When I’m on a writing roll, my hands write faster than I could ever type. When I finally invested in a laptop, I could get these stories in a readable format, I could see my mistakes, and do some editing. These initial stories I put in a book called “When Love Reveals”.

This initial writing allowed me to develop more of my writing and therefore write longer, and better constructed stories. The more I write, the better I become.

While writing is not my full time occupation, I write whenever I can. When a recent health issue came up, as I had idle time, all I could think of doing was to write down what I was thinking and feeling. Some of it poignant, some funny, and stuff I swear I couldn’t make up.

Here I am. A writer.

Why you do what you do

Authors, and other creative minded types, usually get the question, “How did you come up with the idea?” My basic premise is writing romance is they meet, fall in love, need to each resolve some conflicts, to get to happily ever after.
Simple, right?
This story started while I was looking at some pictures I had taken. I’d love to be able to get a better camera and really explore, but real life gets in the way and I need to work to pay my bills. I’m a photo hobbyist at best, but I do take some pictures that I consider to be very good. Usually things in nature. I take terrible people pictures. I put in one file all the pictures of flowers I took. If I like the look of it, I take the picture. I wasn’t especially looking to take lots of flowers, but I had a bunch. If you live in New England, the oak trees in the fall have beautifully colored leaves. Usually an orange and when the sunlight hits the tree just right, the colors are awe inspiring. There’s this one tree in the office park I work in that I take a picture of every few years. It’s the way the early morning sun hits it that makes me say, wow.
My working title of the book was Love, Flowers, and a Tree. I usually change the title to something I write in the book. That’s how this book became Only Love Exists. My female character, Cassie, became a photographer and she’s taking pictures when she meets Evan. Why would she meet Evan? He could be a police officer. There are no by-laws that I know of about climbing trees in public parks, but it is New England. There are still some archaic laws on the books. This one seemed plausible enough. So they meet when he asks her to come down from climbing a tree. The rest flows after that. I’m not one of those people who works from an outline. I don’t know the middle or the end, other that it usually ends happily.

What’s the inspiration?

My newest book ‘Only Love Exists’ comes out on May 15 th. It’s the story of Cassie, a photographer and Evan, a police officer she meets while she’s sitting in a tree. (Get or getting the picture?). They’ve both been unlucky at Love, but find something in one another. Life is never a smooth sail, but they were through their insecurities and find the love and family they’re both looking for. 

Only Love Exists

Authors, and other creative minded types, usually get the question, “How did you come up with the idea?” My basic premise is writing romance is they meet, fall in love, need to each resolve some conflicts, to get to happily ever after.
Simple, right?
This story started while I was looking at some pictures I had taken. I’d love to be able to get a better camera and really explore, but real life gets in the way and I need to work to pay my bills. I’m a photo hobbyist at best, but I do take some pictures that I consider to be very good. Usually things in nature. I take terrible people pictures. I put in one file all the pictures of flowers I took. If I like the look of it, I take the picture. I wasn’t especially looking to take lots of flowers, but I had a bunch. If you live in New England, the oak trees in the fall have beautifully colored leaves. Usually an orange and when the sunlight hits the tree just right, the colors are awe inspiring. There’s this one tree in the office park I work in that I take a picture of every few years. It’s the way the early morning sun hits it that makes me say, wow.
My working title of the book was Love, Flowers, and a Tree. I usually change the title to something I write in the book. That’s how this book became Only Love Exists. My female character, Cassie, became a photographer and she’s taking pictures when she meets Evan. Why would she meet Evan? He could be a police officer. There are no by-laws that I know of about climbing trees in public parks, but it is New England. There are still some archaic laws on the books. This one seemed plausible enough. So they meet when he asks her to come down from climbing a tree. The rest flows after that. I’m not one of those people who works from an outline. I don’t know the middle or the end, other that it usually ends happily.

What’s the inspiration?

As I sit here this evening, I’m writing on my personal laptop. I have my iPad close by as I like to use it for a dictionary or any other items I might want to look up. I have my phone close by. My parents are out of town and they might call. I have the TV on in the background watching the ballgame.

In case your wondering, I do have pen and paper close by. Sometimes I like to put pen to paper as for me ideas flow easier from my brain out to the pen in my hand.

See, I’m old enough to remember when the only thing we had a big console TV and a rotary dial phone. I wonder how we got anything done back then? We did obviously. Just slower.

With every new technology, there is something lost or maybe put aside. Today we can’t seem to function without some technology at hand. Are we any better? Have we become a society that has forgotten how to have a conversation with others? It does keep the ones far away close. We tweet, facebook, Instagram, and so many others I don’t currently use.

I won’t debate whether it is good or not. It just is.

 

Technology and Multitasking

So on one of my email addresses, I have been receiving daily email offers on various author’s books. Not sure how I got on that email list, but anyway. Some authors I recognize as they are authors I’ve read, others of authors I’ve heard of, and authors who are new to me. While I read a lot, I cannot read them all. 

As a writer myself, I’m beginning to wonder how I fit in. How do I find my audience? Am I any good?  I don’t have unlimited funds to do the marketing needed to bring my books to the masses. I have to use my funds wisely and where I think I can do some business. I need to look at different kinds of marketing. Whew!

For a second or two there, I began to wonder if I should continue my writing. Then I realized, I can’t put my brain on hold. The stories are there and I’ll put them down on paper or some electronic medium. Some will read them. Some will like them. Some may even leave a review. 

Contemporary Romance is my current genre. I have outlines for a children’s book, a mystery, sci-if, and I just might write a book about my family. I think I will be busy for a while.

So many writers…

” To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children…to leave the world a better place…to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. ”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Succeed