Thursday, July 7, 2011
Making My Escape-What Makes a Writer
If you look at my novels, you might say I know: druid magic, talking cats, Cupid's arrows, vampires, changelings, and hot seduction.
Okay, okay. I admit it! I know a few vampires. I am myself a human changeling. And my cat talks. The secrets are out. Call the Enquirer!
In all seriousness, like many an author, my childhood shaped who I am today and thus, what I write. I found books at a young age and in my teens latched onto reading as a life raft. I grew up in a turbulent, occasionally violent, home. You see, I do know vampires. Because my vampires are addicts and I know addiction intimately thanks to many a family member who battles the disease. More than one has lost that battle.
My first human changeling, Sadie, struggles with the fears and stigmas mental illness infects lives with. I know those fears first hand, witnessing my mother's battle with her mental illness.
No, my cat doesn't talk. I don't have a cat. Yet. But growing up, my dog Misty was one of the best listeners ever and loved me no matter what. Even when I screwed up really bad.
Along the sometimes rough road I've trekked, that I'll never regret a moment of, I learned about love. I learned how love transforms. Love forgives, love seduces and attracts.
I no longer need the life preserver my romance novels used to offer. I've learned how to swim. And through every heroine's journey, my deepest wish is that someone out there reading about her, will find hope and strength and escape. Just as I did.
What makes a writer? I suppose it's what makes any of us, only with a fire to create burning inside.
Oh, yeah, and a few voices in my head doesn't hurt.
No, not those kind of voices! Only good ones. Promise.