I love my books. But I loathe third read-throughs and edits. I’m done by the time the book comes back from the editor for final review. It’s not that I don’t love what I’ve written, but the tedious job of going back over it, over and over again, is boring for me. I want to write my story. Then send it out into the world to find readers who will adopt it and give a loving home.
I can’t write something I don’t like or wouldn’t want to read. That’s why I focus on thriller, romantic suspense, mystery, poetry, and memoir. My characters become my friends. Sometimes they even beg me—like my fans—to write book 2, and 3 and 4 ( like JET: EXPOSED (Kindle Worlds Novella) (JET WORLD Book 1).
I had a dream two nights ago. I spent yesterday trying to analyze it. I won’t go into details except to say I was wearing blue panties and bra, I saw deep turquoise waters, a man was speaking French, and a Middle Eastern guy in an expensive suit sat on a chair observing me. This morning I woke up and I knew without a shadow of a doubt what the dream was telling me. It’s time to write the memoir of my relationship with a Navy SEAL who died in 2011.
So I LOVE everything I’ve written. I often read or post my poetry from books 1/2/3 because they’re a form a journaling for me. And my novels are my friends, and LOVE The Beat Goes On is how I beat a 6 months death sentence and lived to share the story.
How could I not love and enjoy re-reading my work?
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Lynda Filler 