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 Heart’s Freedom

I wrote these 298 words from a Flash Fiction Prompt (the sentence on the ninja butterflies) due today. I’m not sure if it’ll be accepted or if it’ll win, but I posted it here cause it’s a different take from a scene already in my book. I think it works better, so I’ll interweave some of it. Let me know if you like it or not.

 

Eyes don’t deceive me! It can’t be him!

Christopher Mark Cooper flirted with another, a beautiful, expensive-wearing-clothes model. Her flawless face didn’t have a stitch of makeup on.

His sparkling, green eyes moved in my direction.

My own eyes automatically shifted, watching my best friend score the winning goal. I shouted, “You go girl,” but my lungs no longer worked.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t remove the image of him with her; but still I peeked at them.

She laughed looking up at him.

Great if I stood next to her she would look down at me.

She touched his arm. Jealousy brewed inside me, made my stomach spill out my spleen along with bile.

Now I feel like ninja butterflies are throwing ninja stars at my stomach.

How could he? We hadn’t committed not to see others, but I hadn’t moved on. Eight months later my heart couldn’t find his replacement. Silly emotions, my brain roared, for a guy I met three times, but my useless heart belonged to him.

Why in my high school stadium? Couldn’t he have taken her anywhere else? Stood with her anywhere else?

My trembling fingers touched my friend’s shoulder. “Frank, my dad’s waiting for us downstairs. Let Maria know I’ll call her later.”

“Sure. See ya. Bye bro.” He fist bumped Nick, and smacked Jason. “Let’s go congratulate our girl. Wasn’t she awesome?”

Already forgotten by my friends, I grabbed my brother’s arm, pulling him away from his soccer buddies leaving us.

“Is dad here?”

“He will be by the time we meet him.”

“Thalía Cassandra Reynari you’re such a party pooper.”

I hurried along, hiding between the crowds, avoiding him.

It was my turning point, the moment I discovered how to forget him; how to live.

My heart’s journey to freedom!

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#wipJOY March 2016 Third Week

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Protagonist versus Antagonist Week (13th through 19th):

13) Thalía overcomes the fear of losing CM to be true to herself.

14) Will their parents discover what is right in front of their eyes?

15) What scares me most about editing this story is balancing the pacing and descriptions.

16) What scares me most about sharing this story is that readers won’t connect with the characters, they won’t be emotionally invested, they’ll hate it, etc.

17) He can’t learn how much my decision is killing me or how terrified I am that I’ll lose him. (Thalía’s fear)

18) My characters are braver because they take more risks than I did at seventeen.

19) Writing this book has made me braver; I’m willing to share my writing, whereas before my writing only existed for myself.

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#WIPjoy March 2016

Someone on the Facebook Clean Indie Reads page posted The Simmering Mind Blog of Bethany A. Jennings and I thought this would be fun.

However I’m not going to post every day, because I’ll probably forget or my life will take over. Instead I’ll try post every week  with all of the five to seven challenges in one post.

We’ll see how I do, since I’ve given myself a deadline to provide this novel to my editor in two to three weeks. Yikes, I should be editing not posting.

Here are my answers to the five challenges for this Intro week:

  1. Hidden Love, was the title of my first YA Contemporary Romance , but someone else used the name. I’m close to choosing a new title, but for now it’s still Hidden Love. Here is the blurb:Rule-following, brainy teenager, Thalía Reynari falls for the affluent, Captain of his high school’s swimming team, Christopher Cooper, when he saves her from drowning in a South Florida riptide. Discovering that their relationship is forbidden she must decide whether to defy her parents or reject their love.

     

  2. I finished writing this novel in three months back in 2011 and then it sat in the backburner while I learned the business end of publishing and wrote four other WIPs. Through my journey I decided that traditional publishing wasn’t for me and that I needed to polish Hidden Love. Currently I’m converting from third to first person and editing out all the extra words and details not needed to maintain a good pace  before I hand it to my editor. (Yes, unfortunately I tend to meander through my writing.)
  3. Sweet, first love, defiance, and triumphs. (This one was difficult, because it asked to describe my book’s  atmosphere or mood in five words.)
  4. You might like this book if you like reading about first love and all the emotion turmoil related to it.
  5. Call me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson, is the song that reminds me of my book. (Meeting him turns her whole world apart.)

Time to focus on editing before I pick up only one teenager today (my oldest teenager is currently on his Senior/Mission Trip in Costa Rica.).

I’d love to know if you’d be interested in reading it.

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