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Writers are dreamers. We’re in love with words and language and we dream a dream of creating a good story and getting it published, either by a publisher or by self-publishing. It’s quite an accomplishment, either way. We’re turning an idea into a complex telling of the hero and heroine’s journey through problems, challenges, and sometimes danger to find at the end a better self and true love. Yeah us!
Presently I have three books published by two publishers. Has achieving my goals of writing books and getting them published been the dream I envisioned? Yes and no. It’s a matter of perspective.
My dreams never included anything less than 5-star reviews and joyful readers. The possibility that readers and reviewers would not connect with my heroines was not part of my dream. To me these characters were flawed and suffering in their own way and they were beautiful. Even though we writers know in our heads that not everyone is going to like our writing, our hearts still cringe when some don’t. We may reassess the validity of our dreams.
But dreams are powerful. They can persist even in an environment lacking in support and in the face of naysayers and self-doubt. Reassessment can be fruitful if we use input to improve our writing if needed. That’s a productive perspective. Sometimes writers throw in the towel to relieve the sadness and disappointment and avoid self-doubt. But for me, there is no quitting. I’m in love with writing and I believe in myself. I’m very happy when I’m writing. I enjoy the feeling of knowing people are reading my books.
In my head reassessing what it meant to be in the place of having written books and gotten them published, I had a moment when I realized I had attained my dream. It was a “Wow!” moment and I almost missed it. In the United States we all strive to have a dream and go after them and achieve them, and I had. It was very much as I’d imagined it would be when it was still in dream form. So why was I happy and unhappy? I wanted more.
That night I dreamed Brad Pitt was making one of my books into a movie. I woke up smiling, even though I knew it was just my imagination going wild. But a friend suggested rather than scoff at my dream, I needed to think bigger. Dream bigger and believe. Consider writing romance but with bigger, more complex stories. Soon after, an editor suggested I write a spin off book that could be the first in a new series. I allowed “dream bigger” to have a space in my brain. Why not? My brain gave me many reasons, but I rejected the reasons – over and over, since it’s not a one-time thing for me – and invested in determination.
Famed artist Michelangelo, who wrote a sonnet that ended with, “I am not a painter,” knew something about self-doubt, and yet he also wrote about the error of minimizing our potential.
“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short, but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”
It can be hard to believe. We may give up on our dreams, thinking we can’t have what we want or we need to be more realistic, when really we need to think the opposite. Laura Pankoke at http://www.laurapankoke.com/1/post/2013/11/the-importance-of-dreaming-big-and-clear.html tells us why.
“We start with a dream. Then we get crazy obsessed with how much we want that dream to come true. That way, when we start to look at our reality we look at it through the glasses of “how can I make this happen.”
Crazy obsessed with a dream is another way of saying doing what you have to do to achieve it. That’s a powerful, energized perspective.
Lynn Crandall lives in the Midwest and writes in the company of her two cats. She has been a reader and a writer all her life. Her background is in journalism, but whether writing a magazine or newspaper story or creating a romance, she loves the power stories hold to transport, inspire, and uplift. In her romances, she focuses on vulnerable, embraceable characters who don’t back down. She hopes that readers discover, over and over, stories of ordinary people who face ordinary life challenges and are transformed by extraordinary love.
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The presence of a ghost in her life doesn’t alarm Lacy Aegar, in fact it makes her happy. Two and a half years ago when her dead husband Nicholas reappeared in her life as a full-bodied spirit, she questioned her sanity. But with Nicholas’ explanation that there are things about life that are not as she’s always believed, she settled into a pleasant routine of working with her sister at their private investigation business and enjoying home life with her now 10-year-old son – with Nicholas never very far away.
Lacey’s complacency and sense of stability is sent topsy-turvy when she runs into Jackson Carter, the son of powerful and influential business tycoon, William Carter. Typical of the Carter reputation, Jackson’s slick new private investigating business is siphoning off clients from the Aegar sisters’ business, creating financial difficulty. It’s a recurring nightmare for Lacey, who has already seen damage done by the Carter family, and when she encounters Jackson, she wants nothing to do with him.
But things are not what they seem when it comes to Jackson Carter, either. Unbeknownst to Lacey and her sister, Jackson is fighting a battle to preserve his business, too, and his integrity. For him, it’s a fight for his soul, and he enlists Lacey’s help because of her unique investigative skills and open heart. When she uncovers a mole in his business, she also discovers that one of his clients’ drug trials has been given the green light to go to the next phase based on falsified data. As they work together to save both their businesses, Jackson and Lacey not only face death, they must come to grips with their feelings about love and life.
She couldn’t imagine what he wanted. He seemed completely composed, except for the indications that he wasn’t. She decided to dive in. “So, Jackson, what’s on your mind? Is this a meeting? Are you still going to offer me a job?”
He fumbled with his napkin, his eyes still downcast and his voice soft. “To be honest, asking you to stay with me came out kind of spur-of-the-moment.” His gaze lifted, and he
continued, almost hesitantly. “I want you to know, Lacey, that though I don’t like your opinion of me, I understand. But unlike you, I have been thinking about you.”
Parts of her drew down to complete absorption with the moment between them. It was mesmerizing to listen to his words and feel his sincere need to convey the right message. She didn’t speak, feeling if she did, something inside him would break.
Which was silly. Jackson Carter was anything but fragile. Or so she believed. The idea that she believed she knew him from his father’s works made her shoulders tighten. His gaze flicked around the room, but landed back on her face.
“I’m not going to bore you with details about my past and my family. I think what I want you to know is that I am not my father. I have things to amend for, if only because of my blindness. But the truth is, I woke up about four years ago. I chose another path, and I did it simply because I didn’t belong on the path I was on. It didn’t fit. My father is a liar and a cruel person. There’s only so far I could go with him before I had to say enough is enough.”
Lacey felt like there was no one else in the room. His words carried weight and she knew the moment was sacred. He bared his soul, with no expectation of anything but the hope of understanding. She had to ask. “Why are you telling me this?”
He chuckled. “Good question. Nothing like laying it all out there when we hardly know each other.”
She let the moment hang, waiting for a sincere answer, not knowing if he had it in him.
There is a lot of regret in me. I feel the weight of my legacy. My values have not so much changed, as I’ve come to grips with reality. That’s a hard truth that not many people can appreciate.” He sipped his coffee and again shifted his gaze around the room, but she knew he didn’t see it. “You see things. You see things people miss. I just want you to know that I know much goes before me. It sounds clichéd, but I am different. Maybe you can see that and give me a second chance.”
It was easy to pick up that he carried deep feelings, some of them tender and painful. Lacey understood how devastating—as well as completely life changing—awareness of awful truths could be. Still, she knew firsthand of the shattering that could occur at the hands of the Carter family. She couldn’t forget that.
“Speechless, huh?” He tried to shrug off the intensity of his admission, dipping his head and suddenly busying with the saltshaker. “What do you say to something like that? I’m sorry I put you in that position.”
Again with the defenses? “Jackson. Stop. Can I say something now?” She ducked her head to catch his gaze. “I see that you’re sincere. Thank you for that. And you’re right. I know all about what your family has done to people in this town and out in the world. Your father is a very powerful and influential man. He could have done much good, but he didn’t. He’s put people out of work, destroyed their reputations, ruined lives of people I care about. How do I get beyond that? Why would I want to? Your family is dangerous.” She trembled with memories of the ills caused by William Carter. How could Jackson ask anything of her?
He squared her with his eyes again. “I need your help with finding out why my business is running into so many problems…”
Beth jumps into life with both feet...or head first. Impulsive and spontaneous to a T, she joined Passionate Critters and never looked back. She loves writing and reading, which made this wonderful group of woman a perfect match for her.
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