I’m putting our conversation in quotes but it’s not exactly word for word. Though it’s close.
Today, when I rose from the dentist chair and turned around there were two other hygienists waiting for me. One of them held my book, which I had left for another hygienist months ago.
One of them held Masquerading Our Love in her hands and asked, “Do you recognize this book?”
I nodded. “Yes, I wrote it.”
My mind raced. Writers have so much self-doubt haunting us, that we could be billionaires if we received one cent for every time we believed that our work is terrible. I looked at the two hygienists preparing myself for criticism.
“We read it and we need to know when is the next one coming out?”
“Yeah, what happens to the pregnant girl, Trina?” asked the other one not holding my book.
“Uhm, well I’m writing Carol and Frank’s story and I’m editing Trina and Stuart’s story.” Yikes, I’m still writing Trina’s story and don’t know exactly where it’s going.
“Well, you need to write it because we need to know!”
Are you for real? You really liked my book and are waiting to read it?
We continued talking and a short time later, the second one said, “I read the book in one day. And I love the main character’s boyfriend because he’s so romantic bringing her roses.”
She loves Christopher, Thalía’s boyfriend. I do too because he is pretty romantic and reminds me of my husband, who used to bring me a single rose every time we went on a date.
I asked them to review it and to please be honest. The first one said, that it was slow in the beginning and slightly confusing with all the characters in the first two chapters but once she hit chapter three she needed to find out what happened.
HOOKED! She said she was needed to find out what happened and in my book it means she was hooked!
Since the other two heard I was there they came to talk to me. ME!
The one holding my book gave it to my hygienist and told her to read it because it’s that good. They left and the hygienist who worked on my teeth said that she’s been hearing about this book during their lunch hour and how they’re saying that she needs to read it. She knew it was written by a patient but she didn’t realize it was me. She’s planning to read it tomorrow.
I wish you could see the joy on my face right now. It still floors me that they both said that they needed to find out what happened next. The moment my foot hit the pavement outside the office I dialed my husband’s number to let him know.
Those two women showed me so much love that my heart can still bust open from their words and I have a huge grin on my face, hours after being home. I still can’t believe that these women loved my book.
This is so exciting because every author wants readers to like our books and when two people, who are standing in front of you are saying that they loved it, well, yes I call it showing me a whole lot of love.
A special thanks to all the hygienists at Dr. A’s dental practice. I have to return in three weeks for a filling, not so much fun, but hopefully I’ll take a photo with these women and my book.
Now I must be off to work on my books so they can know what happens to my characters!
I’m hoping someone shows you as much love as I’ve been shown today and if you can please do the same.
We all need love!
Last week, my husband told me that a co-worker had complained that she couldn’t put my book down and therefore couldn’t complete her weekend to do list. It made my day. But the next day, a tiny bit of doubt crept in because she knew my husband.
But today, was totally different.
A blogger, an actual reader, posted that she loved my book.
A five out of five stars!
Can I scream at the top of my lungs without being hauled in for a psychiatric evaluation?
I’m beyond ecstatic as I write these words. And once I’m done here I’m posting it all over social media, because yes, I’m super excited.
Here’s the link if you want to read it. Alyttérature
Please feel free to comment: am I crazy for being so happy or not?
Alycia, thank you so much!
¡Muchísimas gracias, Alycia!
Je vous remercie, Alycia!
Yes, today I have been shown love.
I love giving back so here is an Amazon giveaway. Follow the links to see if you can win one of the twenty-six copies of my ebook Masquerading Our Love (No purchase necessary and all the rules can be found on Amazon.com).
If you know someone who may like to read a YA Contemporary Romance book here’s a chance to win 1 of the 26 copy. Please share with them the links.
Links to the three different chances to win 1 of 26 ebook copies of Masquerading Our Love:
If you win please let me know and share on social media. Also please review the book if it impacts you in any way. Thanks!
Please share everywhere and keep loving everyone!
I hope you win yourself a copy!
In December 2008, with my children in elementary school and my husband’s job in jeopardy I prayed, followed by countless hours searching for a job. The answer to my prayer: I found the perfect job for him.
This scare prompted me in early 2009 to think about starting a business so we would be prepared when we became empty nesters, so again I prayed. I should’ve asked to grow my C.P.A. clientele, but my love for the profession, for working with numbers had diminished.
Later that year, my son wanted to read a book I thought might not be appropriate. I wanted to read it first. The love for reading I suppressed for years reawakened. I devoured teen books but switched to adult romance books because the teen romance books didn’t have enough hope in them. Reading became an addiction, worse than when I was in high school. I gave up television months later.
In 2011, on a night too wired to sleep, I opened up my laptop to surf the Net. But instead of clicking on my email or Facebook I clicked on Word and began Masquerading Our Love.
I had no plot, no character names, nada.
It didn’t matter because my fingers flew across the keyboard at the same time the words appeared on the screen. I could clearly see these characters; they weren’t characters I tried to fit into the story developing in front of my eyes. They were real. Only readers and writers will get this.
The following morning I showed my husband those first thirty pages. Based on reading six pages he encouraged me to continue. Despite the obligations of being a wife, a mom, and the sixty plus hours of volunteering I finished this book in three months.
The thought “Now what” ran through my head, more than once.
PUBLISH, of course. Duh, anyone?
Not having any clue, I joined critique and Facebook writing groups, as well as the Florida Writers Association “FWA”). I spoke to agents, acquiring editors, and publishers while continuing to write more books . Based on everything I learned, and an acquiring editor, who liked my writing and my plot but not my main character, I decided to follow the self-publishing route.
After four years working on this novel and others, my close friends and my writing partners encouraged me to publish. My insecurities wanted to silence their voices but because of their insistences I prayed to win a prize in a FWA’s raffle drawing in 2015. In the middle of the crowded room, I closed my eyes and prayed.
A simple prayer: if God wanted me to publish soon then He should allow me to win something. Now I’m not lucky. Maybe I win once in five years but when my eyes opened they focused on the first number the announcer said. No big deal as more than ten of the twenty tickets started with it, then the second, still no big deal. For the rest of the numbers as my eyes read the next number on that ticket, my eyes didn’t look at any other, the announcer said it. I won a free formatting, valued at $185. Yes, it was time to publish despite of my insecurities. And it was time to tell my friends and family I hadn’t told.
After that moment I knew that I had to publish no matter how many doubts ran through my mind. From that point on, I won my cover without me knowing I entered that contest, I won a $150 Amazon gift card, and many other prizes. These wins confirmed my writing path, pushed me forward until I finally published the paperback in October and the ebook in November.
Summarizing the reason why I write: it was an answered prayer from God. And He doesn’t make mistakes.
It’ll be on sale for only $0.99 until November 15th.
Leave me a review and let me know if it impacted you. Thanks and love everyone!
I’m finishing up with the last and final, I hope, edit of my novel before it’s handed off to formatting. And at the moment, I can’t decide if my nerves are stretching or if my stomach has jumping beans bouncing off its walls. It comes in spurts as I listen to the monotone voice on Word read two pages at a time.
Yikes, did my editor miss that typo? If he did, are there more? Or is it my eyes playing tricks on me. I double check the spelling as my ears listen to the slow, boring voice read on. And there go the nerves, pulled too thin.
Will the readers complain if they see a tiny typo or will their brain skip over it because the first and last letters are right? Oh, no the dreaded bad review because my editor and I missed a typo.
Should I postpone the release?
It’s time to let this baby enter into the unknown world of readers and see how well it’s received. My friends and family say I’ve held on to this book too long and they’re right. Almost five years after I finished the first draft and thousands of hours working on it.
Yes, it’s time.
Besides NaNoWriMo 2016 is right around the corner and I haven’t figured out whose story to work on next. Jason? Sabrina? The antagonist, Dave? Or the bus story?
Heck my first born entered college this August and I can’t decide, which one I dreaded releasing more to the world. He is in a safer environment than my book will be, so it seemed easier after a year of preparing for the final day we said, “Bye.” And he did come back for laundry day and brought a friend, who is the sweetest suite mate.
Hence the toss up between nervousness and excitement.
Fortunately, my to do list is reaching the stratosphere. Okay I’m exaggerating, but it sure feels like it, so sometimes it’s more like numbness that I’m feeling.
Until next time.
….. WILL (drum roll, please)
I bury my head back into my book, and yes, the nerves are stretched and the jumping beans ricocheted off the walls.
In a world full of evil and hate I see love.
I see love
in the drops of rainwater dripping from the petals of a rose.
in the embrace of a mom with her newborn child; what unconditionally love.
in the arms of my true love, who accepts me for who I am, despite all my faults.
in the hugs of my children, because we love each other no matter what.
in the bloom of a flower placed in a vase by a loved one, because it represents love.
in the songs of the birds.
in the intertwined hands of an old married couple walking the track, because despite the hurt, suffering they have gone through they have chosen to stay together.
in my church, where all races, all ethnic groups are represented as they hold hands to pray for our country, because they love each other and want peace in the world .
in the soldier, who is thousands of miles away missing his family, but stands firm to guard our freedom.
in the trees, standing firm, providing us with shade on a sunny day or shielding us from a rain shower.
in the pastor, who guides the sheep sacrificing time away from his own family, because he loves.
in the majestic mountains, which tower thousands of feet above us.
in ocean’s waves, which can tower over us crashing against the shore or gently wash our tears away.
in the fluffy cumulus clouds, because we can stop and observe them moving fast or slow, across a blue or gray sky.
in the nimbus, dark-threatening clouds, because even though they hide the sunshine and bring us needed rain to fill our reservoirs, our lakes, and our rivers so we can have living water.
in the hands of missionaries, who risk their lives to bring the truth to say many.
in the hearts of the Followers, who continue to worship despite their persecution.
in the bonds of sisters, who pray for each other despite not being related by blood.
in the bonds of friends, who choose to stay, encouraging the one whose life is torn apart by a destroyed marriage.
in the donors, who give their child’s, spouse’s organs to save the life of another human being, while grieving their own loss.
in those who choose not to buy useless, worldly possessions they desire so that another may have water and food.
in those who rejoice in the joy of others, while struggling with their own problems.
in those who sacrifice their time to serve others.
in those who speak words of encouragement and love to those who are discouraged, downtrodden.
So despite the news filled with hate, with evil I will continue to see love in the world no matter how much hate is thrown our way. I will not stop believing that in the end, the love shown to us will overcome everything and transcend even our death.
❤❤❤ ❤❤❤❤ ❤❤❤ ❤❤❤
Please choose love by continuing to show your own love to one another no matter what happens.