Thank you for all the well-wishes last week. My mom had knee surgery last Friday, and returned home Monday after over a week in the hospital. I took a trip to the other side of the state to visit her this last weekend. She’s doing well, enjoyed seeing the grandbabies, and is now under the loving care of my retired dad.
If I didn’t write, Derek would still live inside my head, smiling at me with that lopsided, boyish grin of his. He’d still go through endless trials and come out stronger for it. He’d still pine for a love he’d been denied.
If I never wrote him down, he’d still be there. So, you see, I don’t need to write.
But I do write, because he has a story and I want to share it.
I don’t talk about actual book content on my blog much. I used to, three years ago, when I blogged on Blogger under my personal email account. I rambled about my ideas and all the many changes Derek’s gone through. A lot has changed since conception. Some things haven’t. He’s still 22, works with plants, and has a way with attracting women. He took up residence in my head when I was 16 (half my lifetime ago). At the time, Derek had a younger sister who was 6 years younger than him, a model student, and a genius. Yeah… The sister got scratched.
Derek saunters into my thoughts every time I lay down to sleep, turn off the radio, or have a free moment of any kind. I have to listen to music at work, otherwise he shows up and shares another tidbit about himself I hadn’t known. Or he forces me to go over the scenes that don’t quite work. Or he’ll just smile at me from behind his coffee cup and casually ask me about my progress on book 2.
He won’t leave me alone, and I’m okay with that.
Cera, Michael, Jack—everything I’ve written thus far somehow ties back to Derek and his story, even if the other characters never mention him. His actions had a ripple effect through the world I created. Thanmir War is just the beginning. There are three more books I still need to write to tell his story completely.
I decided to tag a couple of local writers who are also part of The Seven. Sherry Briscoe, author of Mists of Garibaldi, and Marlie Harris, author of Into The Darkness. I met both of these fine ladies through my critique group, and had the pleasure of reading their work before it hit the shelves. I was going to tag Troy Lambert, another member of The Seven, but he’s a bit busy with editing the Aladdin stories. Oh, and The Seven now has a facebook page! Feel free to like it. 🙂
Why do you write? Do you have voices in your head? Do you see people who aren’t really there?