Just for fun!
I left this A-Z Blog Challenge from 2015 on here because I had such a good time doing it.
If you've got time to kill, read some of the older posts.
Sorry I'm late with my 'U' post. Life is always unpredictable, but for some people it's downright chaotic. I'm one of those people.
If you're read a few of my posts you'll see that what I plan almost never happens. There are to many variables in my world. That does not stop me from making plans, I just always have to keep in mind that they will change in some way or another.
Keeping up with this blog challenge has been more difficult this year. I think I'm busier than I was a year ago. I have more friends, therefore I try to help promote more books. My husband's health has been an issue as well as my horrible case of Shingles, but for whatever reason, I'm dragging.
The nine people I had living with me earlier this month has dwindled down to 3-5 with the occasional overnight or weekend guest. I say guest, but I mean family. It's all good. They're all welcome, but the house is in a constant state of change.
My writing is unpredictable too. Just when I have an idea where the story is going, things change, I change. Suddenly I'm just along for the ride, waiting to see what will happen.
In my new series, The Marriage Market, I intended to make Amelia's mother-in- law a real a wretch. She was going to be a secondary characters who was more annoying than anything else. Funny thing, from the moment she pulled up to the wharf in her carriage and alighted to welcome her son and his new wife, I loved her. I have no idea why or what happened, but as I wrote her, I saw her. This lovely French woman, so misunderstood by her husband and sons, yet so full of love and life, with so much to give. More than that, I understood her, what she needed, the pain she felt, her motivations. It all became crystal clear in my mind. I knew her, inside and out, right to her soul.
She was every woman, unpredictable. What you see on the outside, the image she/we present to the world is often far different from who is inside. Our fears and needs are usually kept far below the surface. We put a far higher priority on the needs of others than we do our own. God forbid we should be seen as selfish, demanding, controlling, or even worse, whiny.
As an author, I can put it all out there. The reader can see who Tempest is, feel her struggles and her relief when her husband finally begins to see the woman behind the facade.
I wonder if anyone ever really knows us. My husband would say, he absolutely knows me. My children would agree, but it's not true. How can they when I am always changing? Life is unpredictable. We're just along for the ride.