Posts Tagged With: urban fantasy

Okay, let’s keep it real here.  I’m not talking about climbing Mt. Everest, or swimming with sharks (though dolphins would be fun), or even jumping out of a perfectly good airplane. I’m talking about a new skill, hobby, or career.  Something that gets you out of bed in the morning, besides the alarm… or the sharp claws of your cat kneading biscuits on your chest.

When my husband and I bought our first house, we decided to remodel ourselves.  My skill level went about as far as picture hanging but that didn’t stop me.  Oh, no!  I painted, tiled, re-painted, built an elevated platform in the floor for the media room (a fancy word for the nightmare of cords and video game systems in the basement), tore it down a year later, re-painted, did some fancy wood work down the hall, replaced the treads on the staircase… you get the point.

I have always been able to crochet.  I’ve made scarves, hats, blankets, rugs, and pillows.  This winter, I decided to take my skills to a whole new level.  So naturally, I taught myself to knit.  When my daughter’s best friend asked for a pair of ballet shorts, I eagerly accepted the challenge.  That’s when I found out I suck at knitting. Needless to say, she’s still waiting for those!

So, when my book reader of a daughter was twelve and “reading” me out of house and home (Kindle hadn’t been born yet), I decided to write her a story, which brings me to my favorite attempt at trying something new.  Wait for it… I wrote a novel!  What is the name of it?  I thought you’d never ask.  The title of my first novel is Magestic Dreams.  Did you catch that?  I said first. **giggles** Of course I couldn’t stop there.  I was having so much fun creating this fictional world of characters that when I finished the first book, I was sad.  I became so attached to these characters, they were like family members and I had to know what happened next so…Trilogy!

For those of you out there waiting for the second book, * cue the cricket sounds* — well, anyway, I’m more than halfway there.  And for those of you who know me on a more personal level, when I said “family members” a second ago, I didn’t mean you.  No, you are not a character in my books.

Getting back to the topic of this blog, you know, about trying something new, don’t be afraid to.  You just might find something you’re good at doing.  At the very least, you’ll have a story to tell.