When I first started writing, I never imagined how much I would actually connect with my characters. In the First Love series, it was easy, because most of the characters were based on real people. Chad was an important part of my teenage life, and I have spend years coping with the loss of him. The characters in that book were already there, I just had to describe them.
In From the Corner of Her Eye, I didn't have ready-made characters. I had to make them up. This scared me at first. How would I make them seem real if they are only in my head? Now that I am about halfway through the writing process, I realize that was a fear I didn't need to have. I find myself knowing exactly how each character will react to certain things. I know how they think and what they are going to say.
I'll admit, I have no idea exactly how this book is going to end. When I started writing it, I just had a general idea of the story. It has been writing itself ever since. Hopefully the ending is as amazing as the rest of the story. Can't wait to see how it turns out!!
Back to Being a Hockey Mom
Hockey season has officially started for my daughter. First game of the season was a 6-2 victory for the Jr Fury. I'm back to having my weekends filled with traveling throughout the states of Illinois and Wisconsin. Back to not getting home until almost 10 pm after practice 3 nights a week. While my daughter continues to enjoy her ice time, my oldest son (13) has discovered he enjoys sports as well. He played softball over the summer and is now in the middle of swim season. I never noticed during the countless summer days spent at the pool, but he really is an amazing swimmer! Of course being 6 foot 4 doesn't hurt. Thankfully the little kids are too young for sports yet, but 2 are in scouts. So my evenings are spent in a car, shuttling various children to play rehearsals, swim practices, cub scouts, girl scouts, hockey practices, swim meets and hockey games. I havent picked up a pen to write anything in months, but that's not unusually this time of year. On the occasion I...
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