How I began to Write
I have enjoyed writing. When I sat down to write my very first story in 2009 I had no idea it would turn into a novel. I had joined storywrite.com and a contest prompt stirred my imagination and I simply could not stop writing for a month.
I suppose that was the day my husband lost his wife and my children lost their mother. Not that I am entirely gone from their lives I still make dinner most days and do a load of laundry almost daily as well. But yes, time in front of the pc has become an addiction now. Even if I am not actively writing I simply love being here..
Back to the story I wrote though... the prompt was to describe a birth. That was it. Having had eight children of my own I am certainly interested in children... being a fantasy fanatic...well I wondered what the birth of a Fairy would be like.
I began with the story of Aerrvin and how he meets Mara. By the time I had written four novels I had just barely gotten them married! I have since begun a novel about the product of that union...but began with her middle years so even then I did not show how ashe was born... haha it was truly magical I know...because I did describe a birth of a different character in book three...but he was an Elf...and in fact Mara is an Elf as well and so even though Aerrvin is a Fairy, their firstborn turns out to be an Elf as well.
That is what I love about writing... finding out what is going to happen. I am not one to plan the story and then write. I simply write and it goes where it will. But of course now that I am editing I do see the value of having a sketch of where things are going. And now that I have written nearly six novels in the same world, I can see more clearly where the story is going.
And I like what I see...
I am new to blogging...sort of. I have tried over the years and fail each time. Blogging and fiction writing are NOT the same thing.
But I will introduce myself a bit just to get things going. I grew up a middle child of sorts. The second daughter and fourth child out of six children. My father was military and so we moved about every two years until I turned 13 at which point my father retired in Cheney, Washington.
We had never lived in the north except when we lived in Idaho where I and my next brother were born. Mostly we lived in Texas but we had also lived in Tennessee, California twice, Virginia and of course Texas three times. I say of course because my grandmother lived in Bellville, Texas and so my father tried to be as close to her as possible. As a result I consider myself Texan even though I barely lived there 6 years of my 51 on this earth! It simply hurts to admit that I am a Washingtonian!
Ha! And yes I have been told that at times I use too many exclamations. But, what if I really am exclaiming? (Or a character...)
One of the most memorable things about moving was finding the library. My mother was an avid reader. She read to us children often and fostered this love in most of us as well. Certainly in me. I always as a young child searched for the same books....Little Bear by Else Holmelund Minarik, illustrated by Maurice Sendak http://www.harpercollinschildrens.com/books/Little-Bear/?isbn13=9780064440042&tctid=100
Sendak is among my most favorite illustrators, a rant about that may arrive another day.
Another book I always sought was Blueberries for Sal by Robert McCloskey. I think it made me feel like, "Yes I am home." As I had children of my own I continued to get those books to read to them. Sharing what we love is part of parenting. Now I have grandchildren and I ensure that I take the ones that live near me to the library every summer for the Summer reading programs.
Traditions are a beautiful thing...and "Yay me!" I have little someones to share them with.
P.S. Here is a fine reading of Blueberries for Sal...and note how well loved the book is :P