A Writing Destiny

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As I get deeper into the business of writing, I read to learn from successful authors like Jennifer Probst and Stephen King. Until reading On Writing, I never read a single thing from Mr. King because I enjoy horror. I’ve been thinking about it though because he writes the way I think. His words are simple, yet they paint the picture more than adequately. He strings them one after another into ideas that make sense to me.

After I finished his chapter on paragraphs, I flashed back to the late 80s and my adolescence. I found myself standing in the bookstore at Champlain Centre Mall in Plattsburgh, New York. I must have been thirteen or fourteen, maybe older, but I knew I wanted to be a writer. There had been teacher, astronaut, mechanic, race car driver, actress, rock star, etc. Am I the only one who notices that this might also be a series of Barbie dolls? Since I only owned a couple and made my own clothes for them (fashion designer!), she didn’t inspire the careers. Yet, if a sixteen-year-old blonde doll can be anything, so could I.

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I don’t know if Barbie was ever a writer, but writing was my one true passion. Many kids grow out of creating stories after a certain age, not me. I filled copy books, spiral notebooks, and eventually Word files. I started screenwriting when I was eight. I hadn’t discovered my love of reading yet. My parents loved TV, especially movies. I must have seen every Western, WWII and biblical epic that played on the weekends. Plus, Walt Disney presents on Sunday evenings. And I liked the comedies and musicals of the 30s, 40s, 50s and 60s that played on PBS (So now, I watch them on TCM).

Exposed to all that, it’s no wonder I started honing my skill with movie scripts. I can’t remember what they were about exactly. But at eight, they were probably about Barbie, friends, and school. I wouldn’t have written about parents, because that wasn’t a comfortable topic for me. It still isn’t, but maybe one day… Strong parents do show up in my novels. Some resemble my own parents more than others. One day, I’ll write about them. Will I share it with my readers? We’ll see.

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At twelve or thirteen, curious about romance, stuck in a French all-girl Catholic school, I discovered reading. I was looking for an English love story in the school library. There wasn’t much available in terms of English novels, but I found one about a woman on a mountain, a cop with a bum leg and a killer in the woods. Until then, I’m not sure I’d read anything longer than a short story, maybe a novella. This story had over a hundred pages. One hundred seventy-nine comes to mind, but judging by the thickness of paperbacks, I’m going to guess that it was closer to the three hundred mark.

I loved reading the story. I probably had to sign it out many times because I was a slow reader. But I loved every word used to create that cabin in the mountains setting, the storm that trapped the characters, the fear, the suspense, and the lust that had me turning the pages although I could have probably watched twenty movies in the time it took me to read that novel. But through that novel, I discovered a love of reading.

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Later, I would find myself in many bookstores because of that novel. Like an addict trying to relive that first high, I browsed shelf after shelf seeking my next fix. Unlike an addict, I have found it again and again. There have been letdowns. Back cover blurbs that lied. Authors who set up a great first page but couldn’t sustain the quality of the writing. Plots that didn’t hold up. Stories that weren’t stories at all. This was all very confusing for someone who wanted to get published. I didn’t aspire to write a classic, just a good story that could stand on its own two feet.

The bookstore in Plattsburgh had lots of floor space but didn’t carry my favorite selection of books, which forced me to search for anything passable. Here, I picked novels of different genres: romance, western, suspense, fantasy, sci-fi, biography, etc. All I knew was that I hoped one day my books would be on one of those shelves.

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Now the worlds changed. The stores are huge and so much of the floor space is reserved for home décor, fashion accessories, and, strangest of all, gardening supplies. Every time I see one of those herb pots, I have to wonder about the thought process behind it:

  • “We should sell mystery novels and seeds.”
  • “We should sell sudoku books, magazines and seeds.”
  • “We should sell dictionaries, high-end chocolate, and… (wait for it)… seeds!”

Is it just me?

Anyway, I don’t know if I’ll ever hit those shelves, but I know that I love writing. I do it with a heart filled with the first novel I read, the bookstore that left me wanting but forced me to discover different genres, and the destiny discovered by an eight-year-old girl. I dreamed of my novels on bookstore shelves, but I don’t dream of writing, I do it. It is an action under my control and a part of who I am. And while Promises is with my editor, I’m writing something new.


Been Busy

I’ve been doing so many fun things lately! Well, some not so fun but necessary, good for me and for my readers. I’ve been reading a ton of marketing books, which I should have done a long time ago, and implementing some great ideas.

I revamped my website and all my social media. Let me know if you like the new look or not.

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I started a mailing list. If you subscribe, you’ll get two free books. Masks is permafree but Secrets is $2.99. Take advantage of this great deal! I promise not to bombard you with a ton of useless emails. As you can tell from the frequency of my posts, I rarely have much to say. (I’d rather be working on my next story.) Mostly, you’ll be notified about sales, new releases, and contests. Subscribe here.

Covers, Book 3 of the True Hearts Series, still doesn’t have a cover. Ironic, right? I was sent a couple of samples yesterday and it’s looking good. Watch for the reveal within the next couple of weeks. Never the less, the book is available as a pre-order at your favorite online retailer. Get it now so that when it’s published next month, it will be automatically delivered to your reader. Pre-order here.

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Finally, I sat down with a cup of coffee and answered a bunch of questions on Smashwords. If you want to know more about me or my books, read my interview!


Thank You Authors

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If you’re anything like me, you’ve been reading even more than usual to pass the time during this social distancing period. I appreciate all the writers who have been making their work more accessible by lowering prices.

Thank you!

Don’t miss out on Smashwords Authors Give Back Event until May 31st! Participating books are discounted at 30%, 60% and 100% off. Take advantage of this sale to load up on your favorite authors and discover new ones. Masks: A Novella is available for free and Secrets is only $1.20.



It’s November and another NaNoWriMo is upon us. During the last one, I wrote a novel. Number 3 in the True Hearts series. Where is it? It’s with my beta editor and she’s taking way too long to go through it. It’s not completely her fault. It’s mine for having forgotten about it.

How do I forget about a novel? I started an IT certificate, started writing a new novel, got a new job and moved all within the same couple of months. So yeah, I let that one fall. I’m pretty organized but I don’t have a control-center. I have an appointment book, a school agenda, a work calendar. All these individual things to keep me on track in different parts of my life but nothing that encompasses everything.

Anyway, I’ll nix the beta-editor and find an editor. But none of this is why I started writing this post. No no no. The reason is NaNoWriMo. I have to finish the novel I started several months ago and what a better time than during this month where the creative juices of so many writers are flowing into the universe and every one bands together to support and encourage eachother. So I got off of the witch’s broomstick last night and I’m settling in at my desk for some solid bonding time with my characters.


World Book Day

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What a crazy few days! We had a four-day weekend, cold windy rainy days, sunny warm days, a full house at church, birthdays at Easter dinner, and chocolate at bedtime. How was your holiday?

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And the celebration continues! Today is World Book Day, an annual event organized by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) to promote readingpublishing, and copyright. World Book Day was first celebrated on 23 April 1995. (Thank you Wikipedia for that explanation.)

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As an only child, storytelling was a form of entertainment for me. Like every other child, it started with toys having adventures. The toy airplane that flew to my best friends house, the doll that went to school with me, the teddy bear that followed Mom to work. You get it. Eventually, I started writing scripts in copybooks. I was certain when I was eight years old that I wanted to be in the movie business. Hollywood, here I come! Make way for me and my favorite teddy bear.

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I discovered reading for pleasure at thirteen. Until then, I’d thought that the movies were the alpha and omega, but it was romantic curiosity that had me reading my first novel. A romance novel, of course. And while I don’t remember the title. I do remember the story because I had expected a romance novel to be about, well, romance. But it was so much more than that. It was actually an adventure into the Catskills as a killer, a convict and a detective vied for survival. It was suspenseful and thrilling and I was hooked. Television and movie viewing took a backseat to reading about interesting characters, their exciting worlds, and their struggles.


So this is what my bedside looks like, right now. Out of those stacks, I’m actively reading:

  • Ride Wild by Laura Kaye
  • Takedown Twenty by Janet Evanovich
  • The Kissing Booth by Beth Reekles
  • Offside My Life Crossing The Line by Sean Avery with Michael McKinley
  • How To Be Rich by J. Paul Getty

I would claim that I mostly read romance novels but looking at this list, I realize that I tend to be all over the place. I read a variety of fiction and non-fiction. And I have boxes of books in storage to prove it too.

Did you notice in the above description of World Book Day that writing isn’t mentioned? Am I the only one who thinks that’s strange since you can’t copyright, publish or read what hasn’t been written? But maybe they want to keep the emphasis on what happens after the writing.

I already hinted at the beginnings of my writing career. Out of respect for this special day and UNESCO, I will continue that story in some other blog post. For today, I’m going to leave it here.

What are you currently reading? Have you published or copyrighted anything you’d like to share/promote? Go for it, you have my permission to be shameless. I love hearing from you so leave a comment.