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The Talking Shoes…

The first story I ever wrote was called, “The Talking Shoes.”

I can’t tell you what it said, because I don’t remember. I was in the 4th grade. It was entered into a contest, and I won. I had to go to a convention of some sort and read the blasted thing, too. I did it. I remember, even today, standing in front of all those people and being terrified out of my mind. I read my story though, like a champ. Met some local authors and illustrators. Even got a free book that was signed and everything.

I had zero idea way back then that I’d someday write professionally. But honestly, if I could spin a fantastic tale out of a pair of talking shoes that won an award and was worthy of being read in front of a crowd, it couldn’t have been complete rubbish, right? I mean, it had to be somewhat rubbish, after all, I only had a 4th grade education. 😘 But there’s got to be some talent deep down in my bones somewhere. I like to think I honed it over the years and I’m an exceptional writer now. (Don’t burst my bubble, y’all. )

As someone who was never good with speaking words, I could certainly weave them together on paper decently enough. That should have been one of my first signs. The fact that I used to spend my days as a young child playing basketball out front, with a little radio and headphones in, crafting all sorts of stories in my head, should have been another one of those signs. And then when I got older, and despite trying not to win, I’d still, every year, manage to win these essay contests we were required to submit for extra credit in high school. Even when I gave it the least amount of effort I could, because I hated winning and having my picture taken and put in the newspaper, I’d still win. Every year. It should have been a clue. All the nights I used to spend out back in the my parent’s swing, headphones in, night sky above me, weaving even more stories together, usually inspired by the many different songs that blasted through the speakers…. it should have been a clue. Pair all that with my obsession for reading, and clearly, the writing had been on the wall all along.

It started with the talking shoes, but it didn’t end there.

What’s more? Many of the core characters of my first few novels, came from those late nights out in my parent’s backyard in my late teens and early twenties. Characters that popped into my head, with stories galore. I had no idea I’d put them to paper someday. But here I am. Still crafting and weaving, reading and writing, the same as I’ve done for years.

Sometimes people are just meant for things. Life has been nudging me in this direction my entire life; I just didn’t always know it.

I know it now though.

I don’t write about talking shoes anymore. Although, clearly, I’ve always been a creative genius… 😘) No, I spin tales of love and romance. Handsome men with piercing gazes and searing kisses… (Don’t let Dad read this Mom!😂) And lovely women with kind hearts, fierce character, and eyes for those handsome men. I write about loss and heartache, but then journeys that even despite pain, lead to happy endings and hopeful futures.

I guess that should come as no surprise given my kindle and bookshelves are slap full of romance novels.

No, there are no more talking shoes, but they certainly served their purpose way back when. They were the beginning. ❤️

Nothing Quite Like It…

There is nothing quite like cuddling up under a warm blanket & getting lost in a good book. 
There is nothing quite like being consumed by a story & falling in love with characters you’ve never met before. 

There is nothing quite like losing all track of time & enjoying every moment of it. 

No, there is nothing quite like reading. Nothing like it at all. 🙂

— & now it’s time for me to get my read on! 😉
-Heather.

Books, Books, & More Books

As I was all cuddled up & comfy with a good book tonight, I thought to myself… this is the life. I have loved to read ever since I was in the 5th grade. I didn’t like it nearly as much before then. I guess I hadn’t found a love for it just yet. Then one day I went to my little school library & checked out my very first Hardy Boys book. — That was when I fell in love. — After that, I went to the library every time I turned around & before the year was even up I had read all the Hardy Boys books they had, (and they had a lot.) 

When I checked that book out it was because I had to read a certain amount of books a month. It was mandatory. I had no idea that I would come to find so much joy in reading when I picked that book. It was the first book that I ever read nonstop without putting down. Little did I know, it was the beginning of an addiction that would stay with me for life. — I’ve been reading book after book ever since then. 

I found happiness, joy, & entertainment in reading. Somewhere deep within my soul a passion was sparked. That passion is still there today. — I read a lot. My husband calls it my expensive hobby, and I think sometimes, wishes I’d find a new one, lol. 🙂 If I’m not writing, I can almost guarantee that I’m reading. I pick up a book and I don’t want to stop until I’ve read the entire thing. When it’s over I’m thinking, Geez I should have slowed down… because then I’m not ready for it to be over. —

Books are simply amazing. They’re like movies, only way better. I can’t imagine life without books. I don’t even want to try. 

This is why every single moment in life is significant whether we realize it at the time or not. — You think little 11 year old Heather had any idea that day in the school library that the book she picked would change the course of her life? — Of course not. I had to check one out, I picked one, I started reading, and then magic happened. I had no way of knowing how much I would come to love reading. — I’m just so very glad that I picked that book, that day. 🙂

So… You guys go read a book. & Enjoy it! 🙂

-Hmthreatte!

This Is Why It Matters

Every day counts. — I recently heard someone make this statement during a conversation. It really struck a chord with me. Oh, how right they are. Sometimes I forget just how much every day truly matters. With every passing day time slips away from us. Moments where we have the ability to make a difference slip away from us. Whether we are too afraid or simply just don’t give it enough thought…sometimes we fail to take a leap when we should. Even when presented with the perfect opportunities, I think at times we are all guilty of shying away from it. — Each one of us could very well be a piece of the puzzle that makes a positive difference in someone’s life. — I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t want to miss any more opportunities like that. 🙂

Which leads me to this… my book! (Which by the way, doesn’t have a name yet. Lol, hence why it’s just called “my book” all the time.)

I’ve thought this out many times. I would love to write it, publish it, and have more people than I could ever imagine read it. It’s a dream. If I’m being honest, I’d like to excel at it. Am I prepared for if it doesn’t go well? some days I don’t like that idea, and then some days I’m reminded that it honestly does not matter if I sell millions of copys. Sure, we’d all love too. — However, for me, what really matters is how it affects the hearts & lives of those who do read it.

Who can I reach? Who can I help? Whose face can I put a smile on? Who can I help to escape from reality for a little while? Where can I make a difference? Who can I help to save? Who can I touch? — I’m a big believer in everybody matters. Because I’ve been in a place where I felt I did not matter, I’ve been in a place where I felt like the world was going to suffocate me. I felt like I was alone, until I finally reached a pivotal moment where I reached out… and found God reaching back. — I’ve read a lot of books in my life, tons, a number so high I can’t even begin to count. — The ones that mattered most, those were the ones that touched me. They crept their way into my heart & found a home there. — They made a difference.

I’ve loved to write ever since I was just a child. I would write stories then run down to my grandmother’s house and read them to her. (Oh yeah, I was a cute kid. :)) Writing has been in me since I’ve been in this world. However, I’ve also learned some tough lessons since I’ve been here. If there’s one thing they’ve taught me, it’s compassion & understanding. To reach out to someone broken and make a difference.. I know what that feels like, to be on the end that’s broken. So I know how much it matters that we all reach out in some way, shape, or form.

I write. So that’s how I will reach out. I hope & pray that so very many people will read and enjoy my work. That’s every writer’s dream, including mine. However, more than that, I hope I make a difference for someone. For a lot of someones. I hope I can help someone. Maybe someone like me, maybe someone completely different. — I don’t want anyone to sit around & think they’re nobody, or to think that their situation is hopeless. — I will write with all my heart & soul. — If there is anyone out there going through whatever is happening in my stories or in my writing… my ultimate goal is to help them. To just put a little spark of life, hope, and love into their hearts.

If I can do that.. then I’ve done my part. I just have to keep reminding myself that every day counts, so I have to spend every moment that I can writing. Because if I fail to do that, then I can’t help anyone. 🙂

-hmthreatte!

This Is Who I Am

Communication. It’s a beautiful thing when done correctly. — This post has nothing to do with my book tonight. I’m a writer. I like to write fiction; I find it fun & entertaining. That being said and all, it’s not what makes me a writer. — That comes from within, that comes from the heart.

Writing can be so much a part of someone that they can’t ever really be separated from it. I’ve written poems, I’ve written what I like to call “confessionals” (basically I’d just sit down at the end of the day & write whatever came to mind, it’s fun stuff, you learn a lot about yourself.) I’ve written letters when I couldn’t find the write words to communicate with someone. I practically write a book in my Christmas cards every year (I threw that one in for fun, but really, it’s true.) I’ve written blog posts. 🙂 I’ve written a book review here or there..(those aren’t my favorite, but I like to share my thoughts with others.) In college, I could choose any way I wanted to do a project… I’d write a paper, of course. I’ve written for no reason at all, literally just randomness on paper. — Writers aren’t writers simply because they just up and decided it’s what they would do. No, they write because it’s who they are.

This blog is supposed to be about my journey from writing to publishing, and everything in between. A person’s journey doesn’t just consist solely of point A and point B. Everything in between shapes a person and that makes a difference in the end. So when I feel like escaping for a little while, chances are probably high that this is where I’ll go.. to the place where I write.

I’m a very passionate person and I feel very strongly about everything in life. So as I continue to share a little piece of myself with everyone through this blog, you’re going to start seeing who I am. I’m as shy as they come, most likely, too shy. However, if you put pen and paper in front of me, or a keyboard… you may start to wonder, “who is this?” and “where did Heather go?” — I’m always here, I’m always the same… but when I write, it’s when I shine. It’s where I feel like I’m at home. It’s when I feel like myself.

In the beginning of this post I mentioned something about communication. — You may very well be thinking that I’ve lost my mind, seeing as how nothing I’ve said since then has been about that. I haven’t, I promise. — The thing is, communication is very important and writing is my way of communicating. It’s my way of living, of happiness, and of being. It’s all I know. — God gave us all something to be good at. He blessed us with some sort of talent, with a way to share His love with the world. — This is my way. This is my talent. I can feel it. I will write to the very end of my days and I will never stop thanking God for making me a writer.

If I don’t communicate my way I turn everything into a giant mess. 🙂 If I don’t keep going down this road I’ll be giving up the heart of who I am… and what’s life all about anymore when your heart’s not in it? — I was told I couldn’t make it in the writing world long before I’d even started trying… and I gave up. I quit because I feared defeat… and yet, that fear is what left me defeated. Isn’t that cute? Being afraid to fail is what lead to my failure.

Well not anymore. I refuse to fail and I refuse to give up. This little lady has a lot of writing to do. Which means you guys have a lot of reading to do! 🙂

Hmthreatte!