I’ve been obsessed with reading for as long as I can
remember. My mom had to bring large paper sacks to our weekly library trips so
I could fill them up with my treasures. I would quickly finish my pile and head
right back for more.
This seems to be a common trait amongst writers. We love to
read. We love to write. Finally my dream of being a published author, and not
just a reader, is coming true.
My novella, “Shadow Land Motel,” is featured in “Through the
Portal,” an anthology by the gifted contributors at Read Write Muse. Today is
the big release day, and excited doesn’t begin to express how I feel.
After I finished college with an English degree,
circumstances seemed to conspire against me. I gave up my dreams of writing for
more practical jobs. Then I moved to British Columbia, got married, and had
children. Slowly the desire to write cooled down to barely an ember.
I went through a dry spell even in my reading years. As a
“grown-up” and a parent I felt like it was somehow frivolous to read fiction.
Stories were for children, and I read my children plenty. I resigned myself to
reading only non-fiction, “helpful” books. Parenting, marriage, spirituality,
mental health. They were mostly very good, but somehow my mind was getting
creatively dull.
When my kids were both in school full-time they attended a
very small private school that had no library. That simply wouldn’t do, so I
volunteered to start one. In the process of selecting books for the high school
students, I started reading fiction again. It rekindled that love I had for the
pure joy of wrapping myself in the world an author created.
Once I began to read, I could barely stop. I watched the
film version of “The Fellowship of the Rings,” and then bought the books. (Yes,
I confess I only read “The Hobbit” before that. I’m pathologically scared of
spiders, so I thought there might be more in LOTR.) I read the trilogy in three
days. My only breaks were to feed and check up on my children.
Finally the creative embers at the core of my being were
stoked enough to roar back to life. I had ideas coming to me, and the
enthusiasm to write them. Of course I had all the fear, busyness, and obstacles
that I’d always had, but I felt alive again in a creative sense.
For all my enthusiasm, it has taken years to be at the right
place, at the right time, and with the right people to have a story published.
I am very pleased with “Shadow Land Motel.” It came from places in my
imagination that I hadn’t explored before and a genre that is new to me.
I always loved Edgar Allen Poe and watched old reruns of the
Twilight Zone on TV. This novella is perhaps a reflection of those influences.
If you grew up in Kent, Washington in the '70s and '80s, there is a reference
just for you. This story started in a dream, a strange one at that. It couldn't be told in a short story and grew into a novella. I hope it reaches that place in your imagination between waking and sleeping.