In the cool darkness of a city park we played a live roll playing game with a diverse group of friends. I played a character, not unlike myself, and it was entertaining. I went home one night, after a crazy night of running around and playing vampires and werewolves, and wrote a story. I put it away in a journal. Sixteen years later I found it and re`read it, loved it and begn to write my book. Come to find out, this book was laying dorment in my head and as soon as I started writing the many stories, poetry I had been writing all along began to make sense.
This adventure has taken five years, I wasn’t sure how long it would take or an arduous journey it would become. This novel has many twists and turns that I lovingly have entwined into a deep, dark and daunting story many may find close to their heart and spirit.
I was supposed to have a publishing company publish my book and I was elated,then they began to shut down, steal our money and there wasn’t much we could do. Our lawsuit will be in litigation for years. On the positive side they hadn’t edited or even began to publish my book and I was able to still publish without changing it completely.
It is a difficult road to write a book and even more difficult a book which the content isn’t what the publishing houses are looking for. Yet, no matter the journey happens as it should, the road is curvy and up and down hills. Gradually, the road becomes smooth and easier to travel. Becoming emblazoned with the aspirations and dreams of becoming a published author.
The publishing date draws near and the feelings of rejection return. Yet now the end is co close to where my story will be presented to the world I cannot turn back. Also, being a series of books this is actually just the beginning and that is never ending daydream I long to always be watching loving this life of storytelling.