I’ve been thinking long and hard about my first blog entry. Some ideas I would like to explore in the future are my views on the writing process, how I survived my first publication, what advice I would give to new authors, and how I feel about publishing my first book. I imagine, with time, I will address all these subjects, but today, for my first blog entry, I have decided to write about how I feel about my first book—the book itself, not the process.
A Future Spring was officially published on February 26, 2014. It was a long, hard journey. It took a full three years—from the first thought to the final publication.
My book is very ordinary by today’s standards. It is not paranormal, YA, or coming of age. It does not have aliens, witchcraft, vampires, or zombies. The story is what I classify as general fiction or a story of self-discovery. I also see it as a love story with a bit of Catholic Theology thrown in for good measure. My book is not for everyone.
I write books that I like to read—about real people, in real situations, who overcome real obstacles. I most enjoy stories that have a moral theme, and I have tried to incorporate some of that thinking into A Future Spring.
I imagine people will wonder and ask what authors influence my writing. I’m not sure how to answer that. I know what type of writing I aspire to—Flannery O’Connor, Betty Smith, Judith Guest, Carson McCullers. But that is reaching for the stars.
A Future Spring is special to me. It is my first book—a realization of a dream. I love my book. Why wouldn’t I? It is a part of me—my heart laid out onto the pages. It is by no means a classic. It is not an epic. It is not perfect. It is a simple story about forgiving yourself, finding a second chance at happiness, and being loved for who you really are. My story is not original. These are themes that have been explored before because they are part of our human existence. My story is nothing grand, but it is mine. Sharing it with the world was a scary prospect, but when all is said and done, if someone somewhere is moved by my story, and maybe even sees a bit of beauty in it, then I will be very happy.