What advice would you give to a want-to-be writer?

Writing is not something you choose to do. Writing chooses you.

What you decide to do with your gift is up to you.

I’ve always lived inside my head. I have a vivid imagination—not just for fiction but for living. I can picture myself on a plane to anywhere, anytime, even right this moment! I can read something in the news like the plane that crashed yesterday in Kazakhastan and imagine myself being a crew member when the plane went down. RIP 100 people.

I wander around my apartment in Istanbul—this time last year I was living in Mexico—and play out my next Code Raven Plot in my mind. Should I remain in Turkey, like The Istanbul Conspiracy I published on Christmas Day? The surprises in that book have me reeling! Maybe I will take CR 8 to Jerusalem, or Bangkok? Wait! But my next book will be another memoir!!

“Hah, you think you are in control, Lynda?” My cocky Muse.

“But…”

“No ‘but’s’ about it. You ended that political suspense book with too much drama. We have to know where this story will go. So sit down, and plot it out!”

“Wait. I really want to write another memoir! I traveled this year, I learned so much. I grew so much!! This memoir will be so filled with life and love. My fans are waiting.”

“Okay, we will compromise. You can work on both of them at the same time.”

“Muse! You are out of control!! First, you aged my young Alice by 7 years in this book! Then, you did the unspeakable! I mean, really, right before the wedding a terrorist attack! How could you?”

My Muse remained silent. I imagine she/he/God is smiling.

A quote comes to mind, “When man plans, God laughs.”

As a writer, I can plan all I want, but the magic happens when I let my Muse have her way with me.

Do you love what you write?

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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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