I think that I’ve always possessed a vivid imagination, recalling my first short story written at the age of ten about vampire bunnies. During high school summers, I would write entire novels about epic mythology that bled into a sci-fi mix. School and state literary competitions, and all the trophies and permanently etched plaques that lined my old high school, weren’t enough.
I took a hiatus until recently, and over the past two years wrote page after page, book after book, genre after genre. I felt consumed, absolutely insane, as if the ideas and storyline and dialogue were continuously bubbling in my thoughts, clouding my life. They were my first thoughts in the morning and the last thoughts before descending into sleep. During conversations, meetings, classes, I couldn’t pay attention because the book had to be set in ink, or rather, computer, before my mind could release me from it. The mass of tales ate away at me until the books were finished, and then there was a moment of relief. Well, until the next idea hit me. It’s not something that I can control or conjure up according to my own will, it comes when it wants to, like a sadistic puppet master, and I have no choice but to yield to the madness.
I’ve read about Stephenie Meyer and J.K. Rowling going from nothing to everything and having it so easy. After a few queries, they had an agent and soon enough big publishing houses were bidding for their work. We all know what became of those books. I believed it to be just as simple, but countless rejections later, I had to question myself. Take heed the word of Jeffery Carver who went seven years before his first short story was published.
Finally, a small press publisher, called Midnight Showcase Fiction, picked up one of my novellas. It’s a paranormal romance about a Cajun shifter who falls for a human during his assignment in NYC. Ethan, the boy from the Bayou is on the hunt for his rogue brother but stumbles upon the only human that can survive the knowledge of his clandestine realm. A primal desire is ignited amid the perilous and brutal hunt.
I didn’t feel that Cajun Spice was my best work, but somehow it sparked enough interest to find its place in the literary world. It will be grouped with similar shifter romance tales, called Weres in the City 1.
It sparked hope, once again, that in this subjective business if you can’t keep pushing along, you might never see your work in print. Several literary agents post noteworthy advice. There are many rejections that come before acceptance and just because you finished one book doesn’t mean it will get published. The more you write, the better your writing becomes. So write, read, research, join groups, soak up all the advice and keep plugging away. It’s easy to get down and quit, but a true writer can’t suppress the urgent need to mold tales. Like a carnal lust that can’t easily be satiated, writing can’t easily be ignored. I also believe that in the end, a true writer will keep writing even if their work never hits print. . . but if it does, well that’s even better!
Writing isn’t my career, though I hope one day in the near future it will be. It’s my passion and I’m glad to see that my story has become available for others to enjoy. Cajun Spice will be released in May 8, 2010. Following is a direct link to MS Fiction where the work is available:
And on a side note, I was just notified that the sequel, Secrets of the French Quarter, has been accepted and will be released in Sept. 2010. I always welcome comments and constructive criticism. Feel free to contact me on Facebook. Happy writing!