On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books... |
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On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books... |
Hello again! this week's blog challenge topic is, how much of myself is in my writing? The smart-ass answer is not very much, since I'm not a wolf shifter, lol. Or a vampire, or any other supernatural being. Or even a badass nurse. :) To be honest, though, it truly varies book by book. My very first book, In Self Defense, is dedicated to my husband "for being my Jason" ... In the book, Jason and Sarah are best friends, and after an abusive relationship, Jason helps her heal, get her life back together, and they eventually end up together. While I was thankfully not in a physically abusive relationship, I was in a very emotionally and mentally abusive one. When I emerged from that, my friends were waiting for me with open arms. My husband, who was (and remains to be) one of my best friends, was a shoulder to cry on, a rock to lean on, and was always there to catch me without judging any of the terrible decisions I'd made with my life. Not to mention, the embodiment of honestly everything I'd ever *really* wanted in a partner. Eventually I realized he'd been in love with me for years (and never said anything!!!). Face, meet palm, lol. Paging Captain Oblivious... Anyway, now thirteen years after that revelation, we have two kids, lol. I find that I tend to put more of my husband into my heroes--quirks like being obsessed with cars, or a really sarcastic and tough veneer but a huge mush underneath--than of myself into my heroines. What I do see is that I write them more as I'd like to see myself: I'm not nearly as cool under fire as Cassie in Alpha Bitch, or as confident as Georgia in Caleb. But the book I'm currently editing (and with any luck, might make it to publication this year), yeah....at one point I was as broken emotionally as Lilith is, with the same non-existent sense of self-worth or self-esteem. There's this one scene, a few pages long, where I was just gutted when it was done. I'm pretty sure I wrote it in a daze late at night, and then just stared at the screen for a few minutes before going to bed. (The first draft was written six years ago, mind you). When I read back over it the next day, I cried. So, long story short, it all depends on the mood of the story I guess. :)
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