Let the editing begin!

I have finished writing Crafted Truths, the third book in The Witches of Spring Hill series. I am now in the edit phase of Write, Edit, and Repeat, and I am on schedule for publishing in the beginning of October.

This book was near and dear to my heart. While writing it, I was certain that this would be the last time I wrote about these characters, and at times, I felt a little sad. I’ve received a surprising amount of feedback from readers who have told me that they would like to see the series continue. They want to see how the relationships evolve, see what happens when the kids get out of high school, and watch them grow into adults. The potential of these characters is limitless, and I am now strongly considering continuing the saga of the Silvans and Alexanders.

There is still so much more that can happen and, as a reader, I love a series that goes on and on. So stay tuned, there just may be more to the story.

The End

I’m 25,000 words into the third and final book of The Witches of Spring Hill series. As I’m writing, I’m constantly thinking about how this is the last book, and the last time I write about these characters. It sounds strange, but the Alexanders and Silvans have come to mean so much to me. Some people have suggested that I keep writing the series, that I don’t end it yet, but when are there too many books in a series and at what point do people stop reading them?

As a reader, I’ve started reading a series, only to find myself stopping midway into them. I get tired of reading the same descriptions of the characters, especially when I’ve read all of the books so far (I know what they look like already!), and get bored with the same personalities doing the same things, etc. But as a writer, it is so hard to say goodbye to characters. I’ve spent the last 7 months living and breathing these characters. I think about them constantly, I dream about them, and I know them as if they are real people.

I don’t want anyone to put down my books because they are tired of reading the same details, so I am very careful about being redundant… especially with character descriptions. I want new readers to  pick up the third book and have enough details to know what’s going on*, but I also want to reward my readers who have been there since the beginning by not repeating all the mundane, descriptive details that can bog down the book. My readers know that Rowan’s green eyes burn with pentagrams and you know that Jet is Xavier’s nickname because of his black hair and black eyes. It is a balancing act to provide enough details for new readers without being repetitive.

But all good things must come to end. Only I don’t want to say goodbye forever…

So here’s the deal. I’ll end the series – for now. I will leave it up to the fans. I’ll take a break and write the next series that is knocking at the door of my mind, begging to be set free. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll go back to Spring Hill in the future and revisit the Alexanders and Silvans.

Right now, I’m heading back to Spring Hill. I look forward to sharing all the adventures in this third and final book.

*Although the series can be read out of order, it is not recommended. The best way is to meet the characters from the very beginning and follow the storyline as it is meant to be read.

It all started with a dream…

I’ve always been a dreamer. I’ve had a bucket list since I was 25 years old. On the top of my bucket list is write a book. At the time I added that to the list, I had no idea what my book was going to be about, I just knew that one day I WOULD make that dream a reality. Six years later, I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream so vivid that I had to wake up my husband to tell him all about it. He listened patiently and then said, “Write it down.” Whether he told me that so he could go back to sleep or because he thought the idea was a good one, I don’t know, and it doesn’t really matter because little did I know that those words I scratched down in the middle of the night would become the premise for my first book.

Six years after having that dream, I finished another goal on my bucket list, getting my college degree. I didn’t follow the average path in life going to college after high school, instead I took a different path. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, so instead I found myself moving around a lot doing a variety of odd jobs: I dappled in real estate, I waitressed, I worked at the front desk at a hotel, I worked at a ski resort in Colorado, I spent a summer working at a country club, I cashiered at Target, and then I discovered what I wanted to do with myself. I wanted to be a librarian.

I immediately started school, first working on my BS in Psychology and then after 4 years, I started my Master’s in Library and Information Science. A couple things happened when I was in school. First, I wrote a lot. A lot. I probably wrote hundreds, if not thousands of papers, and guess what. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I would spend hours perfecting my work, making sure that my words were exactly right. Then one particular paper caught the attention of my professor. Oddly enough, he asked us to write a creative paper outlining the process of conception. Yep, that was the first creative piece that I had ever shown to someone outside of high school teachers and it was about conception. But my professor noticed something. He noticed that I can write. In my feedback, he wrote something along the lines of, “While psychology is something you’re interested in, writing is your gift. You should consider pursuing this more seriously.” I was taken aback by his comments. I felt something move inside me. I was overwhelmed with hope. Maybe one day I would write that book after all. I trudged on with school, but tucked that comment safely away, so I would always remember it.

December 2012, I finished school. I have a mountain of school loans to prove it. As soon as I finished, my husband said, “Why don’t you take some time to try writing. You’ve always wanted to do it and now is the perfect time.” We had just moved to Seattle, Washington and his job could afford me spending time to pursue my dream. So, I did. I pretty much shut myself off from the world for 3 months. I buried my head in my computer and I wrote. I wrote a lot. I’m much more creative at night, so I would start at 10:00 and finish somewhere between 3:00 and 4:00 am. I would edit during the day. I would think about the story, the characters, and the plot all the time. The funny thing is, when I write, I get into a zone. Oftentimes, when I was editing my writing the following day, I wouldn’t even recognize my own words. The story would just flow out of me – it was like I tapped into something and as long as I gave my energy toward the story, it would continue to reward me with a continuous flood of words. Three months later, I self-published my first book, After the Summerland. It was the story from my dream six years ago, fleshed out in detail. 252 pages, and close to 80,000 words about witches. So, dreams really do come true – sometimes in the way you least expect them to.

And so it begins…

Life is a cycle. It is a biological cycle from birth to death, and in between, is the ‘stuff’ that we fill our lives with. That ‘stuff’ is what we focus on in our day-to-day lives, and hopefully, it leads us to a more fulfilled existence. OK, OK, I’ll stop rambling (though what is a blog if not one’s rambling thoughts?).

Well, I’ve chosen to fill my day-to-day life with writing. Writing books. Books that I self-publish, because I live in a time when everyone has a voice. I think of all the people in the past, whose words were left locked inside of their minds, or locked inside of a journal, locked inside of a drawer, because there were no outlets available for their words to be printed, published, and made available to the world.

So I write. When I finish writing, I edit. And when I’m finished editing, I publish. Then I start over, and do it all again (hence the title of this blog, Write, Edit, and Repeat).

I write because I love to write, and because I love to share the stories that seep out of my mind. I like to share my characters and take readers on a journey that makes them feel as if I am telling them a story about real people, people who sat down with me and told me their life stories over a cup of coffee. But really, my characters crawl out of my subconscious when I sleep, knocking on my eyelids, begging me to wake up and remember their stories. So I do.

When I chose this title, I wanted it to convey not only what I do everyday, but what we all do everyday. We live, we grow, and we edit our lives to adapt to our new circumstances, and then we start the process all over.

I’ll mostly talk about my books and my writing, including the process that I go through (beyond Write, Edit, and Repeat), and in between, well, who knows what will happen. Only time will tell.

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