Throughout my lifetime, my mind has often been at work, creating a story. I did this long before I ever identified as a writer. But it wasn’t until I’d written my first full-length novel when I realized how truly exciting writing can be. There is a feeling of empowerment which derives from creating a world spurred solely by way of one’s imagination, a world in which the author alone determines the players, the chain of events and the outcome. Storytelling is addictive. The bridge between fantasy and reality, the path of a writer is a visionary’s dream.
Reality is that which can never be fully escaped from, even when our imaginations are hard at play. For me, this has meant different things at different times. But it is often when I am performing the most mundane of tasks when my imagination awakens. If I’m writing a story, it may get to work tackling the plot points and if I’m not, a new idea might come to me out of the blue. I’m fortunate in that, for me, the creative well never does seem to run dry. In my case, it is other obstacles which typically stand between me and the escape my creative brain craves, namely, time.
Though I may try to convince myself there is an abundance of time on the horizon, life often gets in the way of my writing. I’ve read a lot of advice stating that if a writer wants to write, she simply makes the time for it, no matter what the sacrifice. Sometimes that works for me, sometimes it doesn’t. At times, I’ve been so driven to write a particular story I’ve put everything else aside, even risked my day-job in order to get the words down on the page. I’ve learned to write wherever and whenever I can. But, still I dream of solitude, an entire day, a week, a year in which I must do nothing but indulge the voices in my head, let their story come as it will.
I stand in admiration of my fellow writers, all of whom have found a way to make writing a priority in their lives. Though we sometimes fall, our stories are what make this journey worthwhile and sometimes we do need to stand up, dust ourselves off and get back on the horse. I’m not exactly sure where I’m headed. But I know my imagination will always be with me along the way.
Melody, the oldest daughter of Queen Amy and King Darien, led a sheltered life…until she met Augustine. If only love was easy, but no, her love for the stable
boy could turn into a scandal if anyone knew what she was hiding.
meetings and stolen moments would only make her secret love more dangerous if
someone found out the extent of what Princess Melody was hiding. Being a
royal and loving a commoner could begin a journey of danger, sorrow, and loss for
the young couple before they have a chance at a happily ever after.
is a young stable boy who works for the Moon Kingdom. His job is simple enough
but the young royal changes everything. His love for Melody is unwelcomed by society.
How can a commoner marry a princess? And yet, for one brief moment in time,
Augustine and Melody let their love blossom.
as fate should have it, both of them must sacrifice their love to prevent the
scandal from happening or risk a secret
that might ruin Melody’s innocence in the eyes of society forever. Will they be
able to find their way back to each other? Will the unavoidable marriage ruin Melody’s chance at true love forever?
It definitely is, Anna. I'm constantly encouraged by the articles published and key-note speeches given by my fellow authors on this topic – we are nothing if not a determined bunch!
Thanks for the post, Jessica. Persisting is the name of the game.