To Write & Ramble…

Can’t sleep.

So I think I’ll write.

Don’t wanna tho. Wanna sleep. Only because I have to get up early & I know I’m gonna hate life in the am.

So I have reasoned that if I’m going to be awake, I might as well be productive while I’m awake. Soooooooo…. Yep. Bout to write the night away. Not on here tho, I have a book to work on…. which technically means instead of sleeping I’m going to be working. — See, now it’s not starting to sound as fun as it did a minute ago. Look what I did. I turned this into something ugly.

Okay, seriously. I need to stop rambling on like this, lol. There is work to be done. 😀

See ya guys later! 🙂

With Pen & Paper….

It feels so incredibly good to spend hours with a pen & a notebook.

Typing is great. Flipping open my laptop and writing away the time is good stuff.

However, there is still nothing quite like writing with pen & paper.

I just filled page after page with notes, characters, & plot details. — & for me, doing that on paper is so much more enjoyable than typing it up. — Eventually I have to bust out the laptop for almost all the book writing… but in the beginning stages, before the real story writing begins….. you’ll always find me with a pen & paper.

Book Update: It’s going really well! I’m just getting started, but I’m definitely off & running. — I’ll keep you guys updated. But I think for sure, one of the best things I’ve done lately was deciding to follow my heart & instinct on this whole book change thing. — I’ve known these characters and their stories for years… I just never thought that was the type of writer I should be or the type of genre I should be in. — A tragic love story was never the road I thought I should travel down. But in these characters and that of their family & friends, I have the ability to breathe the life into them that I’ve always known was there. — That’s exciting and it’s even a bit magical. — How could I possibly pass on that?

To Keep Going…

Sometimes things seem too big to be accomplished. However, usually the problem is the way we are looking at what’s in front of us.

If we look at the big picture it can seem so overwhelming. That’s when we have to take a step back and look at all the little pieces that come together to make the big picture.

So what do we do when even the little piece of the puzzle looks impossible? — Mark 10:27. — We remind ourselves that it’s not impossible.

I spend a lot of time reminding myself that anything is possible. That there’s nothing to be afraid of. Nothing and no one. — That being said, I’m still a big chicken. That’s why I have to spend so much time reminding myself not to be.

You have to understand that I’m afraid of everything to understand why it gets in the way so much. I’m afraid of people, criticism (Tho aren’t we all on that one), failure, (and that one) unfamiliar territory, and on my worst days, I’m afraid I’m simply not capable of very much of anything at all. — It stops me in my tracks. I freeze wherever I’m at and if I’m lucky, I don’t panic.. lol. — Though I’m getting better, it still catches up to me. —

So while even the smallest task may seem impossible… I have to remember that it’s not & then refuse to let anything stop me.

So while everything seems a little too big right now, I’m going work on my book anyway. Usually I would stop. If I’m being honest I’d wait weeks or months to even pick it back up again. — When I started this blog I said I wouldn’t do that anymore. That I wouldn’t let anything stop me. So I won’t. — I’m just going to keep telling myself that it’s not impossible and force myself to keep going.

So as I end this post, just know that I am going to be working as soon as I’m finished here. — It may seem to me like I can’t do this right now that it’s too overwhelming, but if I keep stopping because of that then I won’t ever accomplish what I’ve set out to do… and in the end, I find that far worse than just being afraid to keep going.

-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!