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A Glimpse Into What Comes Next…

I did a little writing, did a little reading, did a little exercising, did a little watching TV…. You get the gist. It’s been a regular ol day around here.

I can’t say as I have much to blog about. I’m not feeling the least bit inspired. Nothing is coming to me. Nothing at all.

I did get some really good stuff written today though. Which I always feel like is more important. I like blogging, and it’s good fun. I enjoy interacting with everyone out in the world. But my heart is with the characters I’ve created, in the world I’ve built, with the stories I’m telling. So when it comes to pouring my energy into something, if I stumble around here a bit, it’s not the end of the world, so long as I’m still standing upright when I flip my laptop open to work on the current manuscripts.

Also. Random piece of info you may or may not care about… I have a plan that spans a lot of books and a lot of years. Ya girl is going hard! 😘 Anyway, this first series I’m working on, my Sweetgum Valley Series, will have 12 or so books. After that, well I’ve already been tossing around an idea for the next series that will come after it. Sweetgum Valley is a fictional town set in the North Ga Mountains. When I was ruminating on where I’d go next, I thought, I think I’ll stick closer to home next time with a fictional coastal town, set along Georgia’s coast. We have a ways to go before getting there, but it’s in the back of my mind, and someday we’ll see it come to life!

Heather. ❤️

What You Don't See… The Emotions.

I’m still working on an out of order edit for book one. I just edited Chapters 18 & 23. I went through each chapter twice. Both had a handful of changes that I made. Nothing wild and crazy. The wild and crazy edits are over. I completed those months ago. (Thank God!)

But after two hours of staring at my computer screen, I have headache. That, and it’s late and I’m tired. Also, chapter 23 is one of the more emotionally draining chapters. 22, 23, & 24, actually. So, that didn’t help either.

A lot of people may not realize that as writers, a lot of the time, most of us, really pour ourselves into what we do. Tough stuff hits hard. We feel as we write, and that’s rough.

For instance, my second book. Writing that was incredibly emotionally draining some days. Bits and pieces of Charley’s story are torn straight from the fabric of my own life. I lived it. I understand it in a way that makes it twice as painful than if I’d never known personally what the journey is like. — I won’t spoil that, because I don’t want to spoil her story before people get to read about it someday, but there are moments in it, where I felt the punch that was packed, because I’d been there, done that. I knew the struggle intimately. And there’s no way to write it without part of me bleeding onto those pages.

Anna’s story was hard, too. In different ways. It’s titled Forgiving Anna, not so much because someone else has to forgive her, but because she has to come to terms with forgiving herself. And if you’ve ever been there, I don’t have to tell you how painful it is to forgive yourself for making mistakes that have devastating consequences. It’s one of the hardest things to do. I know what that’s like. I know what it feels like. And that gets poured straight onto those pages as they’re written. And then cultivated as they’re edited.

I’m also the type of person who feels everything. I break down sobbing listening to songs, watching tv shows, reading sad or heartfelt stories. I feel it all, and those feelings end up on the pages.

It gets a little less draining with each edit, but stuff still packs a punch, even then.

That’s not to say I write sad books. I don’t. They’re romance novels slap full of love, witty banter, sexual tension, and even a laugh here or there. But my whole purpose is to write real, relatable characters. And real life is messy. Full of tough, dark moments. But what I love about life, is that no matter how dark, there is light in that darkness. There is happiness to be found. Love wins, it conquers all. And things may get ugly sometimes, painful and sad. We live through things that mess us up and get in our way, break us and tear us down, but we get back up, and we keep on going. We find love, we find happiness, and we find joy again. It doesn’t beat us. And those are the stories that I choose to tell.

My characters, they’re like us. Their stories are like ours. They make mistakes. They get hurt. They deal with loss. Some of them are bitter and angry. Some of them are afraid. Some of them have lost people they loved. Some are addicts. Some don’t have loving families. Some have come face to face with sexual assault or domestic abuse. Some have been in prison. Some have been to war. Some just have messed up families. Some are completely alone, on their own. Others have felt the sting of rejection, what it’s like to never be good enough, to never live up to the expectations their loved ones have of them. — They’re like us.

But just like us, they find happiness. They have hope. They find love. They laugh, and they smile, and they live.

And those are the stories that I tell. That is the point that I make. That even in the dark, or after it, there is light, because there is love. And yeah, it’s in romance form here, but these people have friends and family, too. There is a whole lot of love and whole lot of beating the odds in my books, and that’s because I think it’s so incredibly important to remind people… there is light in the darkness. There are good times after the bad. Hold on. You will love again. You will laugh again. You will know happiness again.

So when I write these books, I have to feel all these things. Process them and wade into the deep end. But it’s worth it.

It’s so worth it.

Anyway, I’m going to call it a night. Hope you all have a fantastic day!

Heather.

Reading On A Road Trip!

It’s a read a book on a road trip kinda day! Pulled one of my favorites off the bookshelf just for the occasion. ❤️

Thought I’d pop on and show you guys what my day looks like. Hope you all have a fantastic day! I’mma get back to my book now. (My husband won’t let me read it out loud. Not very sporting of him, is it? 😂 A little romance never hurt anyone! 😘)

Heather! ❤️

Keep Reading…

My Thursday went like this….

I woke up. I took the dog out. I put out some bird seed. I started re-reading a historical romance novel. I stopped to eat lunch. I resumed reading. And then I read, and I read, and I read. Never even changed out of my pajamas.

Now I know what you’re thinking. Heather, you should have been working. But hear me out. I was!

I am only a writer today because I have been a reader for years. I would never have been able to write two entire full length novels if I hadn’t spent so much time reading over the years. I only know how to craft romance novels because I’ve been reading them religiously since I was fourteen. I know the pieces of the puzzles I need to put them together like the back of my hand. Don’t ask me to write a thriller or a mystery or a dystopian novel though. While I enjoy reading them from time to time, I’d be lost in the sauce trying to write them.

And I know when I’m reading I’m not getting any writing, editing, marketing, or networking done, but I am continuing to hone a craft, and that is just as important. Now when I read, I see the words through the lens of a writer. And an editor. I learn as I go. Even more so now, than I did before I began writing.

Always make time for reading as a writer. It’s truly important!

Much Love,
Heather.

Another Blog Post You Never Asked For… Pajamas & Peanut Butter…

So to kick off 2020 I thought I’d do a little blog post about myself. If you want to learn a little bit about me, read on….

My first name is Heather, last name Threatte, pronounced Threeeee-T. Trust me. I know you were wondering.

I love cold weather. Documentaries. Board games. Lemon water. Old sitcoms. Sleeping in. Starry night skies. Gardening. Dogs. Flowers. Christmas. Exercise. Sweet, not salty. Pajama shorts. Late nights. And historical romance novels.

I believe in love, kindness, and compassion above all things.

My husband is my favorite person. My mom is my best friend. And if I’m being honest, I like my dog better than most people. What can I say? She’s my little cuddle bug. ❤️

I like more peanut butter than jelly on my pb&j’s.

I’m a jeans and t-shirt kinda girl every day of the week. (Okay, not when I’m at home writing. I have a large variety of nice, colorful pajama shorts for that!)

I can’t talk about myself without mentioning, that while my husband is my favorite person, and my Mom is my best friend, God is my favorite everything, the best of the best, and I don’t even have words for how much that defines me.

I’m shy. A little anti-social. Introverted. But I try. I try to put myself out there as often as I can. And no matter what, I’ll never stop trying.

And lastly, I just want to say, I like to eat spoon fulls of peanut butter right by themselves. — Yes, I’ve mentioned peanut butter twice already. Clearly, I like peanut butter! (And pajama shorts! They got two honorable mentions as well!)

So that’s a little bit about me. If you want to drop a few lines about yourself in the comment section down below, go for it! I’d love to learn more about you. Do you like eating peanut butter in your pajamas? Maybe! Who knows!

Until Next Time,
Heather. 😊