My Writing

 


 Here’s a teaser about Deliverer: Secret of Lake Burnish:

When Jane wakes to find a stranger in the house, she doesn’t expect that the life she knows is about to be turned inside-out. She is kidnapped and taken to Meloka, a realm with as little charm as it has friendly locals. Her captors promise to release her only if she helps them break into the emperor’s underwater vault. In order to gain access, Jane will have to kill the deliverer, who guards the treasure.

As punishment for an unspoken crime, Jane’s memories were taken from her. These memories slowly return and threaten her conscience. She wonders why everyone is so convinced that she has the skill and tenacity to kill. No one will tell her why her memories were lost. As her bloody past comes to the surface, she must make decisions about who she is and what she’s willing to do for freedom.


 

During my school years, I was Hermione Granger. That pretty much sums it up. I was the annoying kid in the class asking if there was a maximum limit on the number of pages in my term paper. I loved to write and I loved to learn. And I still do on both counts. (Super geek, I know).

When I left home for college in 2003, I was ready for a new adventure. I was starting fresh. I didn’t know anyone at my university. The transition from high school teenager to adult was scary, as it is for everyone. Everything was changing–myself included.

One day, I wondered what it would be like to go to a new place where you don’t know anyone and meet someone who swears that you are someone else. What would you do if they were adamant about it? Would you believe them? What if you found out that you are that person? It was an interesting concept and it set the Deliverer trilogy in motion. I didn’t know what I was writing, but let’s just say it wasn’t my first accidental novel.

College was full of distractions, so I didn’t dedicate myself fully to Deliverer: Secret of Lake Burnish (book one in the trilogy) until a few years after I graduated. When I started writing regularly, the book began moving and shaking. It was improving. I was improving.

Finally, a whole ten…..yes 10…..years later, it is ready. My first step was to find a reader. Now, I will begin the search for that perfect literary agent. It’s sort of like dating. As a married lady, I’m not looking forward to the trial and error of that again, but hopefully with some clever research I can find the right person.

The road ahead is long, but this story was meant to be told. Somewhere out there is someone who wants my book. It’s as exciting as it is scary. I feel ready, but I know the moment something starts happening, I’ll feel shaken and unsure. But I think that’s just part of the adventure. Commence matchmaking process.

 

 

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