The themes and lessons so to speak, that show up in my books are more a reflection of my own deep and fundamental values, things that I feel are important, beliefs that I have that I need my characters to share.
I cannot deny that it makes me feel safe, connected and secure. And not just because I can call or navigate my way out of nearly any situation. Nope, because I always have a journal and I always have a book.
Most of my ‘real-world’ characters become amalgams of the people I know, faces and personalities, verbal ticks, cute quirks, a version of a real person that doesn’t exist in the real world.
One of the most exciting parts of finishing that novel is getting to write those two, little, lovely, wonderful words at the bottom of the last page.
Well, this is it. This is the part of being a writer that sucks so much worse than the movies show. This part hurts.
I think there are times when a prologue is helpful and times when it isn’t, and I know not everyone agrees. That said, you’ll want to keep some things in mind when starting with a prologue.
Inspiration, to me, comes in many forms. It’s Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Elena Kagan and Sonia Sotomayor. It’s J.K. Rowling and Pablo Picasso and Stephen King. It’s my grandparents, my mom and my dad.
As writers, we are always striving toward a better understanding of the world and the people in. Whether that means we put ourselves into unique situations intentionally or that we are writers specifically because we are drawn to those weird situations, the end result is the same. Here are a few weird, wild and odd talents and skills I’ve picked up over the years.
Making something out of nothing is my jam. It’s also the reason I keep and collect things for I’ll-get-to-it-later projects, why I gather bits and bobs for my photography feeds, why I have more stacks of muffin tins than I can fit in the oven all at one time.
Here at the top five odd, weird and fun things I collect:
For a blissful moment, all is silent. And then, as if the harpies of Hades have decided to torment the frustrated writer just a little bit longer, there is a scurry of nails. And another, until a full on squirrel orgy/disco/gladiator match is in swing in the rafters above my head.