Then I had my mother who reminded me that she couldn’t pay for college and I should just look for a realistic job. That said, my mother who never expected me to go to college, was the creative type. She was always using her hands to create a one of a kind beauty. I’ve always wanted the creative outlet but I didn’t have the artistic skill.
Between the two of them I became a creative person that expects to be successful. Earning awards and accolades. I love getting reviews saying my books are good, creating a character that was well formed and flushed out. I’ll never create a visual masterpiece, but I hope to create one in your mind.
On October 3rd I have two books releasing. The first is called The Guardian’s Heart where a senior in college suddenly becomes the father of two-year-old twins. Case Thomas doesn’t know how he can provide for these two children and give them what his parents had given him; direction, love and a better life then he had.
The second is The Beam book two in the Chrysalis series and as we know Ellie’s parents are far from connected with their children. The only expectations on Ellie come from within. The world outside sees her as a success; inside her home she goes unseen.
Both books have romantic elements that provide the balance needed to support and strengthen their lover. Inner strength can only get you so far, you need to find that outer support to maintain and nurture the inner. I write and although I love hearing from other how much they connected with my book yet it seemed more relevant when my husband after three years of writing finally looked at one of my works in progress and said “You are a really good writer. That story you had up on your computer was easy to read and engaging.” Sigh…it’s not that my husband hasn’t supported me, but it’s always been financially. I want it. I get it. If it’s a flop it’s a tax deduction if it’s a success it’ll pay for itself. Either way no is not a word I’m used to hearing in my house.
Praise on the other hand, well that seems to come almost as a placating response to an immature dream. “Of course you’ll be President son, if that’s what you want.” But to actually hear the belief in his voice was something I never thought I’d hear. When people asked if he’d read my books they always got a quick “no”, but no more. Now, like Ellie with Oscar and Case with Gabbie, I don’t have to be strong by myself. I have a scaffold to brace me until I’m to a place where I can no longer crumble.