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Writing From the Heart

 

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway

 

When I began my writing journey, I had very romantic notions. Wow, was I a blithering idiot. The thing I was least prepared for is how emotionally draining it could be.

 

I guess if you write about nothing but happy things, it might be more pleasant. Unfortunately for me, that’s not my style. That doesn’t mean I don’t love a happy ending. Those are my favorite. But, what is a happy ending without some heartache to make you appreciate it better? That’s where the real fun is and makes me think of Ernest Hemingway’s brilliant words, quoted above.

 

In my opinion, the only way to write realistically about something is to dig up your own memories. Have I gone through anything as horrific as my characters? Thankfully no, but like most people, I’ve had my share of heartbreak and tragedy. These are the painful memories I use to relate to how my characters are feeling. I’d never realized how useful they would be one day. I’m still not happy I had them, but at least now they are useful, instead of just clogging up my psyche.

 

So my advice to anyone that’s thinking of writing is, be prepared to go digging for skeletons. It’s the past wounds that you endured that will make your stories sing, or cry depending on the book.

 

thekeepersnewtext2Two days ago, Jo Davids was a waitress by night and a college kid by day, with the unnerving problem of objects floating around her.

 

One Day ago, Jo’s sexy boss, Cormac, noticed her for all the wrong reasons when she witnessed a man transform into a monster in the basement of his casino.

 

Today, Cormac ordered her shot.

 

If he’s real lucky, she won’t die. Because if she does, all hope is lost.

 

The first five chapters are available here.

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In honor of this paranormal themed hop, I decided to write a scene for my readers who have been longing for a little more of the romantic side of things. This scene happens in between book #1 and #2.

Cormac Alternate P.O.V.


    
      "Cormac!" Jo yelled from the other room.   
      I placed the sheet of paper I'd been looking at back on my desk,
waiting for her to enter. I could tell from her tone, she was coming ready to
fight. I had to keep the smile from my face. She'd find it condescending if I
was smirking while she was in a rage.   
      Her blond hair whipped about her as she stormed into my office. I
inwardly groaned when I saw the outfit she wore, too short of a skirt
complimented by a too tight shirt.      
    "Yes?" I asked, trying to remain neutral. I'd never had to fight so
hard to keep my composure. She tested my control like no one I'd ever known.     
     "Your schedule is killing me." She stopped in front of my desk with 
one leg jutting out in the opposite direction and toe tapping impatiently.      
     She was the most glorious woman I'd ever met and it had nothing to do with what
she looked like. It was the life bursting from her. She was a survivor. No
matter what came at her, she'd make it. She tried to hide who she was behind a
jaded facade. A tough girl who cared for no one but it was all for show.      
     "Are you listening to me?" she asked impatiently. She leaned forward
and rested her hands on my desk. "You are ruining my life. There was a big
poker game tonight that I'm going to miss."     
      A poker game where she would flirt and bat her eyes, employing every wile she
possessed to manipulate the men at the table to her advantage.     
      "Couldn't be helped." I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. I
imagined how she might react if I pulled her over the desk and into my lap.      
      I saw her chest rise and fall as if she knew where my thoughts had wandered and
she found them equally exciting. Flushed, she stood up straight and left,
presumably to go tell her little poker boys she wasn't going to make it.      
     But it was okay. She didn't fight with them. She saved that for me and I knew why. And when she eventually figured it out, I'd be waiting. 

 

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This Halloween, I’d like to pay homage to one of the best horror writers ever born, Stephen King. In particular, I’d like to write a little about The Stand.

For me, a pandemic is one of the most terrifying ideas. There are several things that play into my fear, like the fact that scientists say we are actually overdue for a pandemic. Maybe I’ve watched too many specials on The Black Plague. Did you know that there are some estimates that say it wiped out almost half of the population? It could be the idea that a simple flu, something everyone has experienced, could suddenly turn deadly and rob me of half my family in a matter of weeks.

Some books make you believe in love and some make you feel empathy. After  I read The Stand, for weeks I couldn’t hear someone sneeze without a part of me shuddering. Now that is good writing!

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