Thursday, December 20, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
*I should also add I decided to cover up a large part of a birthmark on my upper arm, so the red you see outside the tattoo is actually the birthmark, not a result of the tattoo. There's also a small heart at the bottom right. This was the day I got the tattoo, so it will get clearer over the next week I'm told (or I'll go back and have it done bigger & darker if it doesn't).
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Anyone who has played online games with any deal of tenacity will understand what I'm saying. Those who haven't will just have to trust that I know of what I speak. Been there, done that and own several t-shirts.
Now the major problem with this scenario is where do your fictional characters end and the real you begin? You'll obviously have traits that you choose your character to possess, whether they are traits you wish you had, traits that are a small part of you, or just simply suppressed emotions or feelings you feel more comfortable giving to a character in a fictional and safe setting.
Every protagonist in anything I've written is a part of me, whether small or large, always a part. My first MS was no different. Maggie Sinclair was me. Well, me in eighteenth century Scotland. It was an easy choice when coming up with a gamer name to choose Lady Sinclair.
Lady Sinclair started out a very tragic figure. I had plotted out her story and it did not have a happy ending. In fact, her life was wrought with tragedy and lost love. Unfortunately, that wasn't so much commercially viable in the fabulous world of literary publishing, so I replotted, revised and found a way to give her a happy ending. But she was always destined to be tragic. She was one character that had a mind of her own and really never liked me trying to change her story.
In my original MS, Maggie had the love of two men, and yet lost them both. She loved them in two very different ways, but she did love them both. She spent the latter half of her life waiting on the return of her soul mate, her true love. He never came. The man she had been destined to fall in love with, the one who could never be replaced by another, just never came back to her. She never knew what had happened to him.
So that brings me back to how closely any fictional character follows your real life. Here is where you have control over your own story. Choosing to step away from the ever dramatic and oh so tragic Lady Sinclair is a no brainer.
Life is full of lessons, the really important ones are always the most painful. Life has no guarantees. If you wait on them, your life will simply pass you by. Live every day to the fullest. Love with an open and trusting heart. Cry when that trust is violated, but never, never let it effect your ability to love fully and honestly. Even a broken heart can heal with time. Lady Sinclair didn't understand that, but I do.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
As I've gotten older (I won’t say wiser here, just older), I've tried very hard to always be honest, even when I've screwed up and/or done something awful. I’m old enough to own whatever mistakes I've made, and God knows, I've made my fair share and then some. This philosophy, however, doesn't seem to be shared by others. In case you’re not clear on the definition of truth (which some people apparently aren't), here’s the definition of TRUTH:
Most people lie for a reason. They lie to protect themselves, to protect someone they care about, out of insecurities about themselves, out of fear of rejection by others. They lie to gain something. There are so many reasons why people lie, but how do you get over someone you trust lying to you when you have no idea what that reason is, because the lies are so varied, abundant and most of them seem to have no rhyme or reason for ever being told in the first place?
You have to realize that person truly has a problem. Here something I found that explains a COMPULSIVE LIAR:
What a sad life a compulsive liar must lead. So sad, in fact, that all I can do at this point is feel sorry, not only for them, but for the people who remain in their life, both family and friends. Once people know someone is a liar, they never look at them the same. How awful to live your life wondering each time someone looks at you, if they doubt everything you say. I couldn’t imagine how painful and lonely the life of a compulsive liar must be. How could anyone hold a grudge against such a person? I know I can’t. All I can feel is compassion, sympathy and the hope that some day they get the psychiatric help they need to be able to lead a healthy, normal and productive life.