Harley Q. Turner (Author)

Earlier today, I attempted to write a post to describe how I feel, but it ended up making basically no sense. Instead of making me feel better by getting the words out, I feel worse. It's like I don't even know who I am any more. I have spent so much time being the person everyone expects me to be that I lost myself. There are a very few people that I feel that I can actually be myself around, but none of those people are the people that I SHOULD be able to be myself around. I've been hiding in the world of dragons and faeries. Like me, several of the characters are also not sure who they are. Now obviously, I know I'm not going to spontaneously erupt wings from my back, but maybe, just maybe, I can be comfortable being myself again.

I've noticed quite a few things about myself since I decided to jump into the fantasy world of Avalon with my latest book series. Until then, I had always written about real life issues. When I felt numb, I wrote about cutting. When depressed, I wrote about suicide. Feeling fat; eating disorders. Until Saving Avalon, my books have always seemed to correspond with however I was currently feeling at the time. Maybe that's why I am struggling so much with book two. When I was writing the first book in Saving Avalon, I was struggling to find names for some of my characters, so I turned to my Facebook friends list. In an act of anger, I named a character after someone that was a fairly important part of my life, making this person a horrible character. Since reconciling with the person in real life, I decided maybe I should redeem that character in the book series. So that's what I decided to do with book two. The first seven chapters are spent attempting to redeem this