How to be a writer (#SecretsofaRomanceWriter)

Week 4: What I would do if I couldn’t be a writer

This prompt gives me lots of feelings. For one thing, my future hasn’t really involved ~being a writer~ since I was in middle school. When I look ahead to fifteen, twenty years from now I never picture myself as solely a writer.  Continue reading How to be a writer (#SecretsofaRomanceWriter)

Who am I? (#SecretsofaRomanceWriter)

Week 3: How much of myself is in my writing

Well, to begin with, Felicity Davenport is a pen name, so I guess her entire existence is my writing?

In all honesty, I think a lot of my own voice, opinions, morals, and ideals come through in my writing.

I try to write heroines who look and sound like me (although, I’m brown so that’s a bit hard to do in Regency Romance). My heroes are guys I would be attracted to if I met them walking down the street.

When I sit down to write, I try to write with authenticity. I never think of pulling on a mask. In fact, having a pen name gives me the freedom to truly be myself.

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A Child of 9/11 (#SecretsofaRomanceWriter)

Week 2: Your earliest memory.

To be honest, I’m not sure that this is my earliest memory. That honor may belong to watching the fireworks at midnight as we entered the 21st Century, but I think this memory is far more formative.

My first day of kindergarten was 9/11/2001. Yes, this is dating me, and I apologize to everyone who forgot that I am, in fact, a child. Moving on.

My first day of kindergarten was 9/11/2001. I was five at the time and we were just starting our day when the first plane hit. To give credit where credit is due, I don’t have any concrete memories of issues at school, and since we were in New York City, I find that quite remarkable. We celebrated a classmate’s birthday and we were told we could go home early. My mom came to pick me up and I went home.

It was the days immediately following 9/11 that I remember far more clearly than the day itself.

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On taking a day off

Yesterday, I skipped my scheduled writing session. And boy did I feel guilty. Instead of being a busy beaver, I ended up sitting and watching Grey’s Anatomy until the early hours of the morning (not that that’s necessarily a bad thing). Then, I chose to go to bed instead of staying up late and cutting into my sleep.

When I woke up this morning, my brain was ready to write with ideas appearing left and right. And I realized something. Sometimes it’s okay to play hooky and sleep eight hours. Sometimes it’s okay to slack off. And embracing your need to relax is important.

I was silly to think that working every day, seven days a week wouldn’t take it’s toll. So let this serve as your reminder, take a break! Treat yourself to a full night’s sleep.