R.J. Horne's Blog
January 3, 2020
I became a writer by stealth....
Finding myself an author of adult fiction, happened upon me like catching a cold. A sniffle, a little cough at first, that was pushed aside as I soldiered on with my usual work, reports, emails, and demands. I was already a professional. Had a career.
A text message and somehow, I become an author? Can you believe it?
This niggling disease would pass. I just needed to rest and I woud recover and forget about how it interrupted my life for a short time. But the infection was insidious and had already taken hold. Unknowingly, I had already caught the fervent desire to tell this story. Recovery was impossible, without at least an attempt to cleanse me of the words that needed to be expelled. Well, just get something down on paper or try punching that keyboard for a while- and you will feel better.
However, the more I wrote. The better I felt and the first paragraphs turned into a page and then hundreds more.
I effectively, become an author by stealth.
There were all the characters, their lives, their feelings, passion, desires, challenges and pleasure that kept begging me to talk to others through my words. There was never time enough to get it all down. In those moments between tasks, the story kept bumping and interrupting my work. A few lines scrawled onto paper would give a little relief, but it was only temporary.
It was a reply to a text I sent to a friend that eventually tipped me. “That is amazing. You should write a book!”
It was then I had to succumb. I decided. By day- be the usual, expected and normal you. By night- escape and relish in the delicious, and indulge in the sheer joy of sharing and bringing new characters, research and pleasure to live for others. Writing for people I do not know, but who might be craving an escape. Creating the imagery to introduce them to people they may never encounter in their everyday, provoking people to jump into a new paradigm or just make a casual reader, feel and start to wonder.
My story might be just the medicine they need. It really didn’t matter.
Writing is now all I wanted and needed to do.
I became a Midnight Author.
Kara and her stories were born.
I do hope someone reads them. Well, for now… at least the first one which has been published in late 2019. I hope someone reads it.
RJ
A text message and somehow, I become an author? Can you believe it?
This niggling disease would pass. I just needed to rest and I woud recover and forget about how it interrupted my life for a short time. But the infection was insidious and had already taken hold. Unknowingly, I had already caught the fervent desire to tell this story. Recovery was impossible, without at least an attempt to cleanse me of the words that needed to be expelled. Well, just get something down on paper or try punching that keyboard for a while- and you will feel better.
However, the more I wrote. The better I felt and the first paragraphs turned into a page and then hundreds more.
I effectively, become an author by stealth.
There were all the characters, their lives, their feelings, passion, desires, challenges and pleasure that kept begging me to talk to others through my words. There was never time enough to get it all down. In those moments between tasks, the story kept bumping and interrupting my work. A few lines scrawled onto paper would give a little relief, but it was only temporary.
It was a reply to a text I sent to a friend that eventually tipped me. “That is amazing. You should write a book!”
It was then I had to succumb. I decided. By day- be the usual, expected and normal you. By night- escape and relish in the delicious, and indulge in the sheer joy of sharing and bringing new characters, research and pleasure to live for others. Writing for people I do not know, but who might be craving an escape. Creating the imagery to introduce them to people they may never encounter in their everyday, provoking people to jump into a new paradigm or just make a casual reader, feel and start to wonder.
My story might be just the medicine they need. It really didn’t matter.
Writing is now all I wanted and needed to do.
I became a Midnight Author.
Kara and her stories were born.
I do hope someone reads them. Well, for now… at least the first one which has been published in late 2019. I hope someone reads it.
RJ
