Cruisin’ through books cause books make life worth living with Aly 3/18/2016 part 4

Fab by Mark Gillespie

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if John Lennon not been killed in December of 1980?  I have not wondered myself but now this author has helped me to think of something different.  I think I would love to read a book about what it would be like if Marilyn Monroe had lived her life here on earth but that is just me!  lol  I think the book was very creative and worth my time reading it.  I think it was a fun read for me! * I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review*  4/5

Cruisin’ through books cause books make life worth living with Aly 3/18/2016 part 2

The Witchhunter: Red shadow by Zoltán Pósfai

I was not really sure in this book why the witch hunter was kills witches but I like it!  I love a good mystery as well as some supernatural and this book made me think of “the Last Witch Hunter” just a little bit.  I think I really got into this book!  * I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review*

Cruisin’ through books cause books make life worth living with Aly 3/18/2016 part 1

Night Things: Dracula versus Frankenstein by Terry M. West

This book was very different from anything I have read before.  I enjoyed the twists that I didn’t expect and how fun and scary this book was to read.  I am a big horror fan so this book was right up what I like.  You should check it out if you like horror, too.  * I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review*  5/5

Day 40 of 90: Lessons learned #ASMSG #IARTG #IAN1 #SupportIndieAuthors #Inspiration

If you would have told me I would write a book when I was a kid, I would think you were nuts. If you had told me 5 years ago, I would have laughed in your face. If you told me 3 years ago, I would shake my head in disbelief. And after I started writing my first books, if you told me there would be more, I still would have problems believing it.

I am not your typical author. Growing up, I never enjoyed writing. It was a tedious chore I suffered through during school days, and not many others. If you were a teacher, and set a pen in my hand, asking me to “let my mind flow” you were liable to get the same word until my page was full, or a profanity laden tirade about why writing sucks.

If only I had known better.

The joy of creating my own world, changing the laws of physics if I feel the need. Creating a group of people, and giving them all personalities. Placing them in harrowing situations, then rescuing them or leaving them to their fate. I’ve learned creating is addictive.

I used to be a Certified Nurses Assistant at a psychiatric hospital working nights. I’ve seen people at their worst, and watched those same people lift themselves up from rock bottom. The one thing that was consistently the same was the shift in perspective.

I could tell when a patient was on the right track. There were lots of cues, but the biggest one was how they woke up in the mornings. At their worst, clients would argue and fight, digging in with the actions that put them in the hospital to begin with. In the mornings, these are the people who cursed me, threatened my family, and generally carried themselves with a menacing air. They’re unwilling to listen to outside ideas, and close themselves away from anyone and everyone. And who can blame them? Some of them have suffered horrendous traumas. I saw their hurts and how they dealt with it. It taught me to deal with my own.

I watched as they progressed through treatment, some lifting themselves without help. These people all shared one perspective, and it’s the one I have set a goal to cultivate. That’s determination. It sounds cliche, but it’s true. Once you set your mind, do the hard work and persevere through the learning curve, success lies there. I’ve seen it too much in my life, watched too many success stories. I try to learn from others’ experiences.

Others need a bit of a hand up before they respond. These people taught me lessons as well, the one perspective they shared was hope. Even at their worst, these people were always ready with a smile. They were willing to learn from their mistakes and move forward with those lessons in the forefront. From them I learned to keep my head high, and be a shining light. Your only mission in life is to be a better person than you were yesterday.

The people who never changed after treatment shared a perspective as well. It was a feeling of being trapped. When you get locked inside of a building 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, it’s not hard to see why. The lesson I learned from them was we build our own prisons. That’s not to say you can’t be imprisoned, you can be. You can choose how to react to that imprisonment. You can be stuck in a box, and still have as much freedom as you are willing to accept. Again, it’s a matter of perspective. Some patients thrive under stifling rules, but fall apart with freedom. Others chafe at the rules, but truly have their best growth without impediments.

The last group of patients were the ones that never wanted to get better. They taught me the most important lesson. You never fail until you give up. They never set themselves attainable goals, and didn’t move on when they failed. They dwell on the past, and that keeps them from having a future.

I can honestly say, without these lessons I would never have written a book. I didn’t have the perspective to do so.

Go out and experience life, attempt to place yourself in other perspectives. Watch people and learn how they act, and why they act that way.

When I first hurt myself and was unable to return to a job I loved, I had nothing to turn to. Adrift and aimless, I buried myself in the stories of others.

Eventually, characters of my own started to pester me. What began as a wild leap away from boredom has morphed into a monster I don’t want to stop.

One word at a time, one step at a time. That’s the greatest advice I can give you. No matter your writing method, the story is still written one word at a time.