Have
I got your attention? These words have affected my life in very distinct ways;
one more than the other of course. I was twelve, I think, when I fell in love
with Frank Langela who played Dracula in the 1979 movie. There was something
about this movie that inspired me to write my first story ever. Mind you, it
was the movie written in my own words, but this was my first attempt at
writing. It was terrible, but the flame had been lit so to speak and my dream
of being a writer born.
I
was a painfully shy child and teenager, but books were easy friends. I would go
to the local library and check out stacks of books, as many as they would let
me…anywhere from my favorite historical romances to Stephen King. It was around
this time that I entered my Princess Bride phase and again I was inspired to
write a story called "The Tolls of Time", and that's not a typo.
That's how I spelled toles. I still have that one and it physically hurts to
read it! It's incredibly awful, but I credit it also as a stepping stone.
I
wanted to be a writer and inspire other people to feel what these movies and books
made me feel…happy, enthralled, engrossed and imaginative. However, I came from
a place where being a writer wasn't a "realistic" goal. Being a nurse
was, so when I graduated high-school I reluctantly enrolled at the local
technical college bound for the nursing program. College was difficult for me. I
got my first ever grade "D" in anatomy and my confidence was
shattered, so I decided to work instead of going to school for a while until I
figured out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, and I pretty much
stayed in that phase for about ten years.
I went back to school and enrolled in their computer technology program and I liked it for the most part, but I didn't love it. I soon got married and had a son who was diagnosed with autism when he was three and
we were devastated. Many years went into trying to get him everything he
needed, including my moving an hour away to live in a tiny apartment so he
could go to a better school while my husband stayed in our hometown working his
job. I also was working about thirty some hours a week, I won't get into the
details because it's very in depth. But it was during this time that I actually
began, what I call, my real writing. I had a couple of spare hours during the
day before I picked my son up from school to take him to whatever therapy was
after school that day, where I started writing. I received this postcard in the
mail from Romantic Times about their upcoming convention and I went to their
website to get more information. Reading some posts from certain authors, I ran
across one from a writer, whom I hate to admit, but I can't remember her name,
but she said this, "God doesn't give you the desire without giving you the
talent." That was it for me pretty much, I had to at least try.
It
took several years for the rest of the pieces to fall into place, the job I
currently held (but wasn't happy in) was a temporary position and once the job
was complete I found myself without a job for the first time since I was
sixteen. Which was a very scary thing for me, and even though I had prayed for
an opportunity to write and pursue my dream, I didn't see this event for what
it was.
I
already had something that I had been working on, and both our cars were paid
for…or this never would have
happened. It just all came together…I had the time to focus on my son's
appointments and time to write. It still wasn’t easy, especially since I found
out I was pregnant again…more hits to the writing time. I had about sixty some
thousand words in a manuscript, and I was quite unsure at this point if I had
what it took to be writer.
I
always believed in God and Christ and the Holy Spirit from a very early age and
I really think it was His hand in all this that allowed the puzzle pieces to
fall in my favor…especially after so many wrong turns and bad choices. He never
left me even when I felt like I was all alone. Hard times, trying to care for a
son whom I struggled to understand and try to get help for, a newborn daughter
and my marriage taking a constant beating from all sides as we both searched for
ways to handle our issues.
Anyway,
I followed some advice from a self-publishing company, and after some edits and
some money this company "helped" me self-publish. It took twice as
long as promised and did not live up to my expectations…either in myself or
this company, but I felt compelled to see it through because everyone was so
excited about it I couldn't make myself pull the plug on it.
I
didn't market like I should have because it wasn't something I wanted to
market. Yes, it was available in all forms at all book stores, but I just knew
it wasn't right. It wasn't my best, even though everyone said it was great…my
heart wasn't with it. So I hired another editor to take a look and to help me
get it where I was happy with it and Storm Crossed was born. This time,
professionals at a book publishing company agreed that it was good enough to
publish, and I think this was what I needing all along. For someone in the book
world to read my work and say, "Hey, you've got something here." For
all my self-publishing peeps out there, I'm not throwing shade. I have so much
admiration for you. I know how difficult and costly it can be to write, edit,
and market your own book. For me though, I just needed something more
traditional. So I yanked my self-published book and Storm Crossed was released
by Desert Breeze Publishing in March 2016.
So
I'm happy to say these two words in a sentence that probably "never" would have made it in the
same sentence otherwise…Dracula and autism. Without Dracula I wonder if I ever would
have picked up that number two pencil that set me on a path (however, curved,
crooked and bumpy) to being a writer. I can also safely say, that had it not
been for autism, I would probably still be working a job I hated while pining
away to fulfill a dream.
There
are a bunch of facts not in this blog, but I think the most important ones are
included…mostly is this: If you have faith in God, and have the bravery to be
patient…it will work out. Doesn't mean you won't have bad days or bad things
happen in your world, but if you consult with "HIM" he will make take
you through those hard times with HIS PEACE in your spirit as you endure.
So
really I should have named this blog God, Dracula and Autism, because he is the
glue that has woven these articles of my life together.
Lesley