I have always been a dreamer. Spent nights before Christmas imagining the pony I hoped was in the backyard. Hours wasted in class dreaming of the boy in the first row. Escaping through the veil of sleep to a land unimagined during waking hours. To sit before a keyboard and dream of another life and place comes rather easy. Like others, I will struggle with words, syntax and flow. That doesn’t bother me; it is part of the venture. I will bat these annoying gnats away while immersing myself in the garden of the setting.

Scheming takes another part of my soul to achieve. I now have to lure readers into my world, trying to keep my promos fresh. At times, I feel a bit like a witch in a forest, my hand outstretched bearing that shiny apple.

“Just a taste dear…”

“Doesn’t this look nice?”

It is a necessary tool, applying the best method to unveil the path to our words. It is not ego, not at all! Many make this misconception about writers. Writers are not egomaniacs; instead, we seek spotlight for them, the flat one-dimensional protagonists we create. Our characters wait for you. They have lived and loved in our minds for months and possibly years. They don’t exist without you. To hear that you walked through the abandoned house and felt the same fear as the structure shifted thrills us. The flush of passion that made her heart hammer as his lips touch hers fails to occur if you don’t blush as well. He never brushes off the accolades as they celebrate his bravery without you.

On this cold winter day in this quiet house, I sit and dream. Months from now, during the edits and revisions I will scheme. I will use precious hours dreaming of new ways to invite you. In the future, my voice echoes…

“Doesn’t this look delicious dear?”