My Writing Journal

Shown Love at the Dentist Office

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.

Wow!

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!

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My Writing Journal

Writing Garbage or Inspiration?

Everyone encourages us to write every day so we, the unpublished writers, follow the advice of the published authors, prepare to write, and then sit at our desks ready for the juices to flow.

And we wait.

And we wait until we bang on the key board until finally the words come through our fingertips and the whiteness of the screen fills with words. We go as far as we can in one sitting and feel that elation when we produce these words on paper.

Unfortunately, more often then we care to admit, when we review our work we realize that it was so forced that 95% is garbage and only 5% can be used.

Luckily that tiny amount can be deemed inspirational merely for the reason that we got something out of the exercise.

So my fellow writers take that five percent of successful writing and run with it!

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