Secondly, I feel, right off the bat, I have some explaining to do. It involves that silly little photo up there. Yup, take a quick glance, attempt to figure out why I chose to post a very poor quality photo of the dazzling Edward Cullen a.k.a Robert Pattinson in all his cardboard cutout glory on my very first blog post. Then come back down here, and I'll explain.
There are two reasons: One, he has a word bubble that says: "I promise to love you every moment of forever. Just don't forget to return your library books." Which is what I hope to hear from every sultry mythological creature after my heart. Two, I owe a great writerly debt to this vampire.
I'm not like the writers I've had the privilege to meet or hear speak. I was not a reader my whole life. In fact, I used to find all sorts of creative ways not to read that I'm sure will make my old English teachers' heads implode. (My favorite is making up authors and stories and writing entire Book-It! reports on said fictitious fiction so I could get my holographic purple button and free personal pizza.) I know that sounds terrible coming from an author, but if you think about it, I was doing exactly what an author should. I was writing new stories. Right? That's what we do, so it makes it okay, right? I realize that's a bit of a stretch, but I'm giving myself that one 'cause it's my blog, and I have a tendency to choose the truth. It's fun. You should try it.
So, anyways, the point here is, when I read Stephenie Meyer's Twilight--and this is beyond unforgivable because I did see the movie first--I genuinely enjoyed reading for the first time in my life. Thankfully, there were three more mondo sized novels in the saga to quench my new thirst for literature, but when I finished page 754 of Breaking Dawn I was completely dazzled and consumed by a world that I'd accepted as reality and obsessed with getting more of. So I made up for lost time and got to reading my skinny butt off. But I just couldn't get over the blissful feeling of losing myself in fiction. So, I did what I always do, started making my own fiction.
I wrote for months and turned out two very...novice novels before anyone even knew I was writing. (And, no, it was not about vampires or werewolves or any other para-sexy-normal creatures.) But, as they say, third time's a charm. That charmer landed me an agent and a legitimate reason to lock myself in my Writertorium for days on end.
Which brings us back to the point of my ramblings, my brand spanking new blog! I will be writing regularly about (hopefully) getting my debut novel published and the crazy process that entails as well as all the other fabulous things that stumble across my path in The Writertorium.
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