I've always thought the notion of being a writer was a romantic one. Oh, to be a weaver of words, a creator of conversation and character, inventor of worlds...but now I know the truth.
To be a writer you must be insane.
Yes, that's what I said. Insane with a capital crazy. Certifiable. Loco...because in order to be a writer you need to also carry around with you, constantly, the voices in your head.
They whisper to you at all hours of the day and night begging for attention...demanding their story be told...NOW!! They are not patient. They do not care if you're at the grocery store or the gas station, waiting to pick your kids up from ballet or karate, or even (God forbid) if you're trying to take a shower in the privacy of your own bathroom. They are selfish and needy and vocal. They demand to be heard!
With this in mind, I forge ahead - a slave to their every whim - trying to get it right with whichever character seems to be the loudest at the moment. Please enjoy the first three chapters of my debut novel, Blood Moon Eclipse. I have relayed the story as it unfolded but many more need to be written down for the world to know. I only hope I can do them justice before they lock me up for sure.
