It was the end; flames and chaos surrounded me. I was terrified but never alone.
Killshot, the first book in The Icarus Series was forged in the embers and smoke of a nightmare that had gone from plaguing me to inspiring the very basis of my craft. Once I started writing I knew this was what I was meant to do...what I was meant to BE.
Writing was, by far, the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life but with each word I put down on paper, my heart felt more and more free. As an artistic soul, I had finally found my greatest medium...words. As overwhelming as the process had been, from the moment I wrote THE END I knew that my purpose was to share those words with the world. I had no expectations of stardom or becoming a best-seller. If even ONE person let my words into their heart, then I had done what I set out to do. To my astonishment (and immense relief) Killshot was not only well-received, but enthusiastically so. My circle grew and my books had a small but loyal audience. People started calling themselves "fans" and asking for more.
I began writing the companion novella, Before the Sky Fell, roughly 8 weeks after I published my first. Again, it was as if the words had been waiting around for their chance to escape. Liv's story, the very essence of who she is and why she is so important, was begging to be told. The voices of those closest to her refused to be silenced, and in less than two weeks the entire book was complete. I had created something raw, emotional, and necessary to the journey of my characters. The experience left me light and ready to face my next literary challenge...the next full length novel in the Icarus Series. I had great hopes that she would follow in her predecessor's footsteps and leap out onto the screen.
Book Two...Well, she is a VERY different creature. She is stubborn and complicated. She refuses to listen to me or follow my outlines. She has kept me awake at night, rebelling against my guidance and refusing to let me be still. I have done countless hours of research, planning, and creative development. I have outlines, maps, and even diagrams...she has deviated from every single plan I have laid out for her. Hell, she even refuses to be named...
Sometimes the words come and sometimes they refuse me. Ideas pop into my head when I am neck deep in kids (did I mention I have six of them?) and they disappear before I can write them down. My writer's groups (you know who you are), and my poor, poor husband have all listened to me vent over how hard it has been this go around....how much more COMPLICATED and exhausting this book has been. I have never doubted myself, my talents, or my place in this world so much as I have the last few months, but guess what?
And I have never been so happy in my life!
You read that right, I am profoundly...endlessly...wholeheartedly HAPPY! She has knocked me down so many times I have lost count, but each and every time I get back up, dust myself off and come back for more. Perhaps this makes me a glutton for punishment or at the very least a bit masochistic, but I am loving every torturous, agonizing minute of the constant battle that is this book. Ask any writer and they will tell you the pain is part of the pleasure. We suffer for our art, and we do it with great pride. We agonize over every plot point, character trait and first kiss. At any given point in time we can both love and hate our current project(s). My WIP is my best friend and my greatest enemy. She is the air I breath and the reason I sometimes struggle for breath. She defies me at every turn. She is a living, breathing monster and I love her.
I truly believe that the fans will too, but One thing is for sure, you had better brace yourselves because my girl has sharp teeth and she bites.
(**DON'T WORRY FANS! Book Two, the as yet defiantly untitled sequel to Killshot is still on track to be released on or around October 16th, 2015...which incidentally, just so happens to be my 1 year publiversary! Hmm.**)