I wish I had an amazing excuse for my lack of blog posts, and twitter updates. In fact, I haven't even taken the time to try to come up with something clever. Instead I will just say that I stopped writing. I could come up with about a zillion reasons why this happened, but the bottom line of it all is -- I stopped. I wrote my first novel, completed it... put it away so I could rewrite it after some of the love for the characters had worn off... and that was that. Five months later--here I am.
I have been doing a ton of reading, and it continues to feed my passion for writing. Here are some of the books that I have read over the last couple of months:
I officially signed up for #NaNoWriMo today as well. I have a few plots kicking around in my head that are demanding to be put on paper-- that's my job right?
Thank you to those who kept in touch, and I look forward to getting to know my new followers.
As a child, I would scribble on notebook paper pretending to be writing stories. I could not read at that point, but I was persistent at making sure that others would listen to the words that I claimed I had written. I chose books that allowed for me to get lost within the twisting drama and drawn out love stories. I would pretend that I was the main character, reacting in shock if she was in shock, and devastated if she was devastated. Now I write, creating my own adventures, and breathing life into characters that have been inside of me for a long time. The passion that I feel with each word that I write can only be described through the characters I write about. I am a fly by the seat of your pants kind of writer. Most of the time I do not know what the character will be doing until he or she is doing it. It keeps it interesting, and allows me to live life right beside them. If I never become a published writer, I will always have my characters and for me that is the write life!