Yesterday I watched a documentary about the history of rock climbing in Yosemite. To this you probably arch an eyebrow. “But Laura doesn’t rock climb,” you say to yourself. And you would be correct, but I found it absolutely fascinating. While I listened to the interviews and watched the athletes climb I was struck by their passion. Climbers have been referred to as dirt bags and adrenaline junkies. Both of these labels might be accurate and from what I’ve heard, often self-proclaimed, but I dare to say one-dimensional as well. It’s passion. Once a person is “bit by the bug” so to speak, you can’t hold yourself back. It can be anything. You can be a voracious reader without inching your way up the side of a sheet of granite.
I love to write. Clearly, that’s no secret. I’m passionate about writing. Even the thought of writing a new novel gives me a rush. And when I’m in the throws of writing – that’s just amazing. Not always euphoric, but emotional, crazy, and above all, essential. I’m also passionate about running, hiking, yoga, and most recently kayaking tickles me pink. Most importantly I allow myself to indulge in all of my passions so that I can be the best at being me. And trust me, my loves, Randy and Lane, appreciate that.
While I watched these climbers I respected them and their passion. I was happy for people I don’t know because they have a passion or many passions and they’re doing what they love.
So what is your passion?
I about fell out of my chair when I saw that Call Me Emily had been reviewed. And 3 1/2 stars. Not bad…
Here is a quick excerpt from the review, but please read the full review here. One small correction. The review mentions “Jose.” She means “Joel.”
Call Me Emily – Laura Albright * * * 1/2
Oh, Emily….You made the biggest mistake. The mistake that 90%* of the female population makes at one point or another. “Call Me Emily” is a coming of age story through the 1990 college years. Emily is starting her first year at a southern California University. She begins settling in and making friends and one night she meets Graham. Everything changes.
I’m glad that Emily made the choices she made in the end and I’ve marked book two on my “to read” list.
Recently I’ve been amazed how people enter my life. I know that’s a pretty big statement, but it’s true. My yoga teacher, my acupuncturist, work colleges that have become friends, parents of my son’s friends, and virtual strangers who have become huge supporters of me and my writing. I feel very fortunate to have these people in my life.
One person in particular, R.E. Chambliss, I met on a committee we both belong to at our children’s school. After hearing her great ideas and witnessing her willingness to donate her time, I learned she is a published author. Naturally, my ears perked up. After the meeting adjourned, I cornered her and forced her to tell me all about her book and how she became published. That conversation led to numerous coffee dates, discussions about writing, and of course, an exchange of books.
I dove into Dreaming of Deliverance last spring. It was the first book I read on my Kindle, which was an experience itself. (Yes, I love my Kindle.) But, back to Dreaming of Deliverance.
It takes place in modern-day California. A college-age girl, Lindsay makes a bad decision and finds herself serving time at a women’s prison. While asleep one night, she slips into a dream world that is so real she finds evidence of it when she wakes. Night after night she continues her adventure, finding in it new challenges and emotions. As time passes, each morning brings sadness that she has returned and each evening brings excitement that she will see her new friends again.
R.E. Chambliss has a truly limitless imagination that finds its way to the page effortlessly. This story pushes the limits of what we consider to be science fiction. It’s touching, fun, frustrating, desperate and dark at times. Her characters are full of life and her setting is perfectly depicted. But watch out! With every good story there are twists and turns that surprise the reader. And Dreaming of Deliverance is no exception. Pick it up at amazon.com.
The editing process is something I never really thought about when I started writing. Pen to paper and fingers to keyboard is a journey, an escape. You know. Fun and relaxing. The feedback, editing and re-writing; not so much.
When I first discovered that I wanted more than just me to read my work, I sent my initial draft to a friend. (Enter, round one.) If it hadn’t been for her I would have never written two more novels. The positive feedback was so encouraging that I kept writing. But I wondered if she was hard enough on me. The answer is, probably not. In order for the story I feel in the inner most depths of my soul to find it’s way onto paper in a well written and delivered novel takes hard work, time and above all listening.
Round two brought me an accomplished writer; a published author. Her time was limited but she managed to dissect my work even further. When I opened up my manuscript I saw her plethora of comments. A sea of red notes, additions and deletions. For a fleeting moment it was hard to read all that red but without those notes how could my work grow? Exactly, it can’t. So I took in every red line she left me as a gold kernel of wisdom. A gift. I read her words, digested them and really listened to what she was saying with each comment. I think, no scratch that, I know I’ve already learned from all of it; both the encouragement and all the read ink.
So while the writing process has been joyful I embrace the editing process and say “bring it on.” And “give it to me.” It will be a lot of hard work but it’s worth it if I can bring this story to life and share it with all of you.
And to all of you lovely people who have taken time out of your schedules to read my manuscripts, thank you. Without you I would still have two pages of a short story that could have been great.