“A myth is a way of making sense in a senseless world. Myths are narrative patterns that give significance to our existence.” ― Rollo May
How can I pick the most beautiful, of these mirages and fantasies? How can I say one of these ancient histories sparkles more brilliantly than the next, when they all glow with their own stories, just as I glow with mine?
I have learned languages, found lovers and love, failed and succeeded more times than I can count. And through all of that, through the ups and downs, the adventures, experiences, fears and joys, I have always, always been a writer.
I used to wonder how I would react to true tragedy.
As a Type A creative with a Gemini star sign and enough anxiety to power the grid at least for a day, I wondered this probably more than I should. But the answer was always the same--I would read my way through. I would write my way out.
It turns out, I was right.
Since we’re doing our best to get our stories down, amid the madness of work and home and school, it can be challenging to find enough time to read as well. So, how do you add more books to your day, your week, your month, your year?
I won’t get into the myriad reasons why this is the greatest job in the world, but every once in awhile, it’s necessary to take a step back and get away from the lonely office and misbehaving imaginary friends to regroup and recharge.
Mary, as my muse, continued to bring me good luck in the world of writing. She is the ultimate in romantic inspiration, a striking redhead with style, sass, and a brilliant mind, and I look forward to writing her again.
But she is not the only one of my friends to land on the pages of my books.
For the quintessential bookworm, fall is a time of cozy contemplation, of spicy, orange-colored teas and sweater tights and Oxford heels and lots and lots of books.
In the great spectrum of history and the universe, my Bachelor’s degree does not hold up to the onslaught of information, facts, figures, and theories that make up all of humanity, nature, and what we do not know.
And that’s awesome.
It was a big contest too. There was pomp and circumstance and flowers and a big prize package to work with a self-publishing house.
My first instinct was 'this is amazing.' My second instinct was, 'what did I just get myself into?'