For a few years after that, my mother was rather concerned about me, I think. I used to hold conversations with myself, or with my imaginary friend, named Fred. Real friends were spotted in there, too, of course. But when real life people hurt and left me destitute, Fred always knew exactly what to say.
Eventually, Fred evolved into a character. He stuck with me, hovering in the back of my mind through high school, and one day an English teacher assigned us a creative writing paper. This was the break I’d been waiting for, the one opportunity to let my imagination fly. The story became one of a girl’s daydream. She was a secret agent, being pursued by The Man until he finally caught her. He was Fred, the principal.
Since then, I’ve never stopped writing. I used my creative writing classes in high school to work out some family issues, and also crafted a potential series of short stories based on a woman on Death Row. My teacher saw my dark mind, just barely glimpsed into it, but she believed in me.
And now, here I sit, a published author. It’s surreal for me to say those words. Never did I believe all those hours I’ve spent laboring over a laptop or notebook would actually pay off. But with this, a new and daunting task faces me: I must overcome my wall.
I’ve built a cinderblock little wall around myself, as a protective means. It’s solid, never bending, and I use it to keep people at bay. But if I want to write, to really write what I need to, I’m going to have to dismantle the beast, piece by piece. And that’s hard to do. I’m terrified of a story I put out to a publisher recently.
It was written from the mind of a sociopath who is intent on killing a woman. Never once are either of the characters named, and the thing was so gritty and disturbing, I actually had to stop writing several times and catch my breath. The only thing I keep wondering is, What if they think I’m insane?
That’s why it’s going under a pen name, which won’t be mentioned here because I don’t plan on marketing this one to any of my current readers. Another thing I’ve learned in this journey is that a pen name doesn’t mean you can’t own your work. It’s done as a means of protection. I’ll use it to shield my children from the almost certain gasps of horror should anyone find out their dear mother penned such a violent piece.
I’ve learned that no matter how proud I may be of what I do, my work won’t always be accepted by everyone. And that’s a-okay. To each their own, and I know vampires aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. I just hope that my books can bring pleasure to someone’s evening.
Delila has roamed the Earth for over one thousand years with her maker, Alaric. She has everything a vampire could want: Beauty, brains, a booming business, and an ability to read human emotions.
When a werewolf makes an imprint in her life, Delila feels she may have finally found the soul mate she has been seeking. But when everything goes terribly wrong Delila finds herself burdened with a young half breed child to protect from the evil forces of her world.
Sounds very intriguing. I really love the cover, too. Where can readers find your book online?
Buy Link: https://silverpublishing.info/index/book_authors_id/81/typefilter/book_authors
Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
I am a mother, wife, dog lover, cat lover, baker, pharmacy technician, and tattoo aficionado in addition to writing in my spare time. You can usually find me up at four thirty a.m. to savor a few hours of quiet time to pen my next novel.
Sounds like you keep a busy schedule. Where can readers connect with you online?
I haven’t traveled to it, but I lived in Germany with my family for four years. This is the most amazing country I’ve had the pleasure of visiting. Castles and history and festivals – oh, my! Such beauty, such inspiration.
I have German roots on my father's side. I have always wanted to visit Germany. What is your favorite childhood memory?
That would be when my mom and I lived in a little city in New Mexico. Down the block from our home was an empty field with the remnants of a house foundation and a basement left open and abandoned. My friends and I built a Secret Safe House out of old sheets and sticks. We battled the neighborhood boys for control of the house and had a blast all summer.
I've asked authors that question many times and I'd have to say that is the best answer I've heard so far. Sounds like a blast. You must have always been creative. Glad you're putting that creativity to use in writing novels. I especially love the part about battling the neighborhood boys for control of the place. Before you go, what are Ten Reasons You Can’t Live Without Writing?
1. I’d be schizophrenic.
2. My children would hate the bedtime stories I create.
3. The husband would get tired of hearing about my “friends”.
4. People on the street would wonder why I’m twitching so much.
5. How else am I going to maim horrible people without actually harming them?
6. Insomnia would be really boring.
7. The conversations I hold with myself wouldn’t make much sense if they weren’t for dialogue advancement.
8. I wouldn’t have a reason to demand quiet in an otherwise chaotic day.
9. What a waste of people watching.
10. My “hobbies” list would be pathetically short.
With that, I leave you! Thanks for having me, Joanne!
Wow, you've done it again! I think the most creative list of Top Ten Reasons I've gotten from an author. Well, Lindsay, it's been a pleasure. Thank you so much for stopping by today to share what you've learned from your writing journey.
Now everyone has a chance to share their creative side. What do you think about Lindsay's Ton Ten List? Did you enjoy her guest post?
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