I’m about to complete my third novel, FAMILY MATTERS, the sequel to FAMILY WAYS. I’ve written other books, but FAMILY WAYS was the first one I got up the nerve to publish in July of 2014. It’s the story of Tracy Mahon, a single mother and her two girls. Tracy is injured in a fall and needs help. She finds herself falling in love with a married man, she deals with teenage problems. And they all survive an evil man who threatens to kill them. And so goes the story.
I knew I had to write a sequel, but in the meantime, SUGAR TIME jumped ahead in line and I had to write it. I published it in June of 2015.
When I sat down to begin FAMILY MATTERS I knew in order to bring the two books together, I had to cover some basics. I write from a stream of consciousness. No plot or outline. I sat down at my computer, brought up Word and started writing. I was scared to death. Failure surrounded me. What if the story didn’t happen? I wasted time checking emails and read the happenings on Facebook. I finally forced myself to write the first sentence: “Tracy Mahon shifted the laptop to her left hand and punched in the access code.”
She goes into her shop so I give my readers a glimpse as she continues into her office. So far I’ve dashed off a half dozen paragraphs. Then it happens. That zone or state of mind when my other self, the creative one, that other person within me, steps up and takes over. I’ve learned to trust it, but I’m still frightened whenever I begin writing a new chapter that it won’t happen. However the words take shape, chapter by chapter, layer by layer. It originates from where all stories are housed. From the unpainted shelves of creativity. I’m in awe of it. I thank God for it.