I woke up this morning wondering why? Why do I write? What propels me to put my thoughts out there for everyone to see. Some view them kindly, others are critics. Why? Since I agonize so much over the reviews of my critics, why not just stop?
I can't. I can't stop telling my story and this is why.
I want you to see what I see. I want you to feel what I feel. I want the world to have the option of a mind vacation (which is what I see a good book or story as being). I want those words to sensuously wrap themselves around you, titillate your senses and make you gasp with surprise, squeal in delight, smile with warmth, cringe in horror, or simply to bask in the warmth of love. I want to take you on a roller coaster ride of emotion.
I want you to visit those places that inhabit my mind. Those places I visit often during the day for a mini escape. I want you to see the sandy barren escape of my childhood home in Nevada, which is partially why I wrote Nevada Free. I want you to see the tiny town of Misplaced Legends, the location of my book Misplaced Legends, that I have filled with mystical creatures of all kinds that I built in my mind after wandering through Wyoming briefly many years ago. I want you to shudder with the coming of the mist, the sky darkening with me as the ghosts come to visit as they do in "The House" (due out in a couple of weeks).
I write to offer an escape, a mini vacation. I do not write for fame or fortune, I leave that to the big name authors. I do write so that someone out there is inspired.
Yes, INSPIRED to pick up my book and smile. Or to read and say "If that 40ish, but very young looking 40ish, woman can do this and self publish, I CAN TO!".
I write, my friends, followers, loved ones, and in spite of my critics because I do.
alright that great of you educating people of what they are ignorant of keep it up.
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