I know that I’ve really sucked at blogging as of late. It took me a while to adapt to my new job and the hours (and driving) that comes with it. As a family crisis counselor, I travel to family homes and assist them with intensive in-home therapy three times a week per family. I love my job, but it did take me a good while to get my schedule under control, learn the job expectations, and develop my own style for success.
Needless to say, my writing was put on hold. I took 2016 off from writing in almost every way. It did not hurt. However, I am finding that beginning is hurting. I lost my motivation, lost my routine, lost some creativity, and honestly, I felt I lost a huge part of myself. Granted, story ideas, characters, and plot twists played within the confines of my mind so I can’t say I quit E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Continue reading →
By Karen Lynch
Published December 26th 2013 by Karen Lynch
I connected immediately with the protagonist Sara Grey. The author wrote a vivid, realistic character in a fantasy/paranormal. She done an exceptional job.
With her father’s murder haunting her, always wondering who or what killed him, her world is opened to the realms most choose to ignore. She has supernatural power of healing and befriends many among other ‘races’ but it soon leads her to trouble.
With her two best friends, some new frenemies, and a really evil dude who wants nothing else but to ruin her life, her life turns upside down.
Sara is a strong lead character with many flaws. This is what I loved about her. She is headstrong, refuses to be a weak little girl who lets everyone else solve her problems for her. She wants to protect those she loves but she also does so sometimes putting them and herself in risk. A very humane thing!
She learns more than she expects about the world around her and the world within herself. All the while she fights to hold on to the secrets that scare her, make her different, and that others could use against her. Continue reading →
When I was three or four my Granny O. had these three small, fat books. They were my favorites and I learned to read using those books. I’ll admit today when I go visit her I always fondly recall those books. Even though she doesn’t live in the same home as when I stayed with her I still go to her house and can’t help but look around the place and I am swept back into time. A time where she would give me flashcards with letters and I would have to put them together to form words. A time where a myriad of Disney Comic books and others drew me into a world of make-believe where princesses could slay the dragons, youth had power and could save the world by believing, and magic closets and lions were something to seek and fall in love with.
She instilled in me a passion for reading and writing. She introduced me to many fantastic voyages. She proved to me that while television and movies were fun diving into a book created many more opportunities and there was no limit to where I could go, who I could meet, and what I could do. While my mother would show me books like Good Night Moon and I loved those special moments of her reading to me, it was my Granny O. who gave me the book Fievel, An American Tale. I loved that movie but seeing the story in words, along with the pictures, it was amazing. I learned that those movies I loved were only a bunch of words and some colorful pictures.
It may sound silly to you, the reader, but for me, that was a pivotal moment of change for me. I was forever altered, never to be the same girl. From that moment I was a writer. I wrote stories. I was only six and seven so my experiences weren’t wide and far but I still ‘wrote what I knew’. I merged characters like Curious George and Shirley Temple and gave them adventures. In fifth and sixth grade I was fascinated with the emergence of AIDS. TV commercials offered advice and info (just call this 800 number!) and learned as much as I could by getting brochures and pamphlets. In sixth grade I wrote a novella (though I would hear that term for years to come) and I won a Young Author’s Award for my story about a young girl whose brother had contacted AIDS and if she didn’t change her life she would likely end up the same. Continue reading →
At first I wanted to completely disagree with this statement. I was shaking my head and thinking, ‘Nope. I read for fun, relaxation, entertainment.’ I don’t want to read as a writer because then it becomes ‘work’ and I love reading and never want to lose that passion.
But then I got to thinking about what it means to read as a writer. When I am reading I do think ahead sometimes and try to think about where the writer might take the protagonist or where the storyline may go. The ideas the writer had are the very ones I am trying to guess as I read. And what if the ending totally sucks? The first thing I say is, “I could have wrote a better ending to that!” So of course I am, once again, reading the story as a writer. Continue reading →