Every time I sit down in front of my computer, it is always with the best of intentions to start blogging again.
Life, on the other hand, always has a different set of plans for me.
Last year, right as I was getting back into a routine here, my job changed. I suddenly not only had managerial duties, but I was also the sole person in my department. Tasked with creating digital spaces for my company on all platforms – from scratch.
Two things happened while I was in this position:
- I learned that I am in no way built for a 9-5 style job. Given I was also finally diagnosed with ADHD last year, it makes sense. While I enjoyed what I was doing within the job because it let my creative mind free; performing said tasks within a certain time constraint each day is far from ideal for how my brain does work.
- I started writing creatively again.
Number 2 was the real win from it all. I had started growing fearful that part of me was gone. Wasted away to the netherworld after being in the position of writing assignments and deadlines having sucked the life out of my creative juices.
In late February, on a hike through the wood near my home, I noticed a lot of random topped trees. Someone had been in, just randomly cutting pine tops off.
The story started crafting itself there. A dying wood, under attack from an external source.
Then, I saw it. A long gone tree, stripped of its bark, gray, fading. At its base was ink black lines, coiling up, around. All pointing leading to a small hole near the cedar bough covered ground.
My mind was suddenly soaring.
The plot, character names, introduction to realms, magic.
Underlying themes of generational trauma, healing, found family.
My fingers couldn’t type fast enough.
In three months, I had my first draft completed. Just under 105,000 words.
During that 105k words, something else happened.
My characters took control of their stories. What I had in my head, shifted, morphing into more, into greater.
What was one book, became two, then three.
Now four.
Stories within stories that all tie into the overall telling.
Time and worlds tying together.
Enemies becoming heroes.
Heroes becoming enemies.
It’s going to be a journey. Not just for my characters, but for myself.
I’ve shifted from “someday” to “today” in terms of writing a book for public consumption. This is the story to tell to the world. The first to come to me complete. The first that gives me that drive to finally dig into my courage and go for it.
This is going to be my space, my effort, outside of Instagram, to have a place for updates on the progress and a final date for when it will be released.
I hope you’ll join me as I bring Realms of Covens to the reading world with book one in the series: Daughters of Legianne.
Slated for an early 2024 release, it will be available on multiple digital platforms, and paperback (hopefully) everywhere.
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