The hour is yet old on the first day of February. I am snuggled in bed, Sunday's are the best for sleepin' in, dreamin' long, and lettin' go of the week passed. My week was emotionally pulling. Pulling...I know the word pulling isn't a normal description word when discussing emotion. Pulling. I pull to write. I pull to have chocolate. I pull to experience love.
What this means, for me anyway, is that my body actually responds to certain emotion by 'pulling' inward. Gut wrenching. Those words are easy to understand. Gut...wrenching...pull. And that's how I write.
See, when I write, I feel the pull on my insides aching me in ways even an author's mouth finds hard to describe. Remember when you were in grade school, and Thomas or Susie wanted to hold your hand? Remember that feeling...that complete and utter lack of control over how- once their handed landed in yours, you pulled to not let go. Or the first time you kiss someone, how your mouth pulls to land on theirs, how your insides seem to pull too until at last your lips touch. How even after, the pull doesn't stop, it somehow grows and strengthens. If it's a good kiss that is. This is the 'pulling' I'm talking about.
Authors have all sorts of ways to ride the emotions that lead to great stories. Of course this DOES NOT mean, I as an author, have 'done' the things I write about in my books. Or haven't done some of them either. Someone told me this week, my most favorite person, that you can't write what you don't experience. I answered this statement, as I always do...I have an entire series on vampires. I don't experience that. A good author...no, great author, doesn't have to experience first hand. We live it in our minds. We speak it in our thoughts, and we 'pull' it from our hearts. Until the paper is filled. We live it through our imaginations.
Back to this week, I've had a lot going on both personally and creatively. I've learned to let go, and hold tight to what's most important. And somewhere in between, standing in a dermatologists office and leaning against a wall in one of the local hospitals here, I discovered something.
People are discovering me.
A nurse and an older gentleman. Both came up to me at separate times and separate places (which if you did know me personally, you know I am extremely shy) and said the words, 'you're that author'.
The older gentleman waited on me to stop texting on my phone, approached me and said, 'you're the author'. I smiled, huge, and nodded. He asked then if I was taking notes on the hospital to put it down on paper. I told him, no. He said he just wanted to make sure. Maybe even see what I was writing. I was speechless.
The nurse told me she knew I was an author. 'I read some of what my daughter was reading, you make the hairs stand right up on the back of my neck', and 'now your writin' that romance novel'. Sandcastle Soldier. 'Don't leave me alone with her,' she said, 'I can't handle what kind of thrill that is.' I was so- nervous and jumbled and in awe. I pulled in a different kind of way for the first time. It is an experience I think, I will never forget.
A good author, no great, always makes you live their story. And this month, you will live mine. Happy Reads, happy sunday...I hope everyday is a day of discovery. Go live a story. Real ones are still always the best...- <3, Elle Moon