It's pronounced "LAHrah DORRen" not "Laira DuhRAN." And, I'm from the US not the UK. Get it right people.
Rant over.
Thanks for listening.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
Shh! It's a secret! My life undercover.
So, I'm not really an author. At least, my family and friends don't know that I am. I've been writing in secret. My family must think I'm addicted to Facebook or something since I'm always on my laptop. You should see me scrambling to click on some other program or another open tab on my browser. Of course, I always click on something else that pertains to writing so I have to click again on something else quickly which is totally suspicious.
Why do I bother keeping this secret? Am I embarrassed? I don't know. For some reason I want to keep this part private for now. I think I'm more excited to write when it's something sneaky. I don't know why stealth is so invigorating. I don't know why I get excited to get up at 4 in the morning to write.
I think I'm an addict.
I think about writing all the time. If I can't write or read something about writing, I get withdrawal. I can't sleep at night because I'm thinking about a story. I hide my addiction from my friends and family. I put off tasks at work to feed my addiction. Yeah, I'm definitely an addict. Good thing writing isn't illegal or deadly.
Why do I bother keeping this secret? Am I embarrassed? I don't know. For some reason I want to keep this part private for now. I think I'm more excited to write when it's something sneaky. I don't know why stealth is so invigorating. I don't know why I get excited to get up at 4 in the morning to write.
I think I'm an addict.
I think about writing all the time. If I can't write or read something about writing, I get withdrawal. I can't sleep at night because I'm thinking about a story. I hide my addiction from my friends and family. I put off tasks at work to feed my addiction. Yeah, I'm definitely an addict. Good thing writing isn't illegal or deadly.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
In the Beginning...
Okay, I know the title of this post is hokey but it's a quote from a bestseller so maybe it will give me some good juju. This is my journey. I have had the inklings of being a writer ever since I could write. My diary from childhood includes a page from the book that I was going to write about a girl and her horse...a book that was never written because I know nothing about horses, and because, well, how many elementary school students have actually written novels anyway?
As I grew up, poetry was my main outlet for writing. I even entered one of those poetry contests where you have to pay $40 to get a copy of the anthology with your poetry printed inside. My wonderful mother actually bought two anthologies because I didn't learn my lesson the first time. For what it's worth, I did get an honorable mention. Not sure if that's any sort of merit or not, but it made me feel good during my awkward middle school years.
In high school, my love for music overtook me and has since been my career. Writing was on the back burner, but it was still there. My poetry was resigned to assignments for English classes. About five years ago I had a spark of inspiration. I think I had a dream and I just had to write it down as a scene from a story. I decided to write a novel. I've added bits and pieces to it, but it is still unfinished. Actually, that is an understatement. I recently opened the file and realized it hadn't been edited in three years--just before the birth of my second child. Gee, I wonder why I haven't worked on it since then.
Anyhoo, the stroke of inspiration hit again last month. I had a dream and when I woke (it was 4 am) I couldn't stop thinking about it. I just had to write it down. Three weeks later I had a finished novella. I'm still a little amazed at the whirlwind this has been, but here I am, addicted to writing. Thanks for joining me on this adventure.
As I grew up, poetry was my main outlet for writing. I even entered one of those poetry contests where you have to pay $40 to get a copy of the anthology with your poetry printed inside. My wonderful mother actually bought two anthologies because I didn't learn my lesson the first time. For what it's worth, I did get an honorable mention. Not sure if that's any sort of merit or not, but it made me feel good during my awkward middle school years.
In high school, my love for music overtook me and has since been my career. Writing was on the back burner, but it was still there. My poetry was resigned to assignments for English classes. About five years ago I had a spark of inspiration. I think I had a dream and I just had to write it down as a scene from a story. I decided to write a novel. I've added bits and pieces to it, but it is still unfinished. Actually, that is an understatement. I recently opened the file and realized it hadn't been edited in three years--just before the birth of my second child. Gee, I wonder why I haven't worked on it since then.
Anyhoo, the stroke of inspiration hit again last month. I had a dream and when I woke (it was 4 am) I couldn't stop thinking about it. I just had to write it down. Three weeks later I had a finished novella. I'm still a little amazed at the whirlwind this has been, but here I am, addicted to writing. Thanks for joining me on this adventure.
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