Gina Lawless Books

October 21, 2012

The Creation of Creator

Are you ever in the process of writing your book, and need to stop and think: How will people receive this type of story? What will they think of me?

I struggled with this question when I wrote Creator. My thoughts ranged from, people are going to be angry and outraged, to insisting that I need to be saved.

I seriously had to set aside those questions, and forge ahead with my ideas for the book regardless of what people might think. I was raised by a religious mother, and an atheistic father, but neither influenced my thoughts one way or the other.

I am Agnostic through and through. Spending most of my teen years trying to find a religion (never did) that supported what I was searching for, and didn’t point the finger at another religion insisting that they were wrong, came at a high price. It only made me loath religion on the whole. I don’t think that our Creator meant for it to happen this way.

Back to the book. I was afraid to release it out into the world based on the wide range of religious beliefs throughout my family, and the public. I needed to set aside the fear factor, and realize that if I stifle my writing for fear of what people will think of me, then I don’t need to be writing.

It is a fictional novel, however some folks don’t absorb that word “fiction” when watching a movie, or reading a book.

Here is your challenge: I would like to give the first three people who comment to this post, a coupon for a free copy of the eBook, Creator. 

And then, will you have the guts to tell me what you think?

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October 20, 2012

Scary, But True

Bare with me here, because this thought leads to the basis of this post. A friend of mine asked me a few months back when I showed him my ebooks on my eReader (something he will never possess, he said). He asked me, “How do you write?”  The question confused me somewhat. What do you mean, how do I write? I put my fingers on the keyboard and tap away. “No,” he said. “How do you come up with these stories? Who taught you how to write?”

I had to think about it for a few seconds. I mean aside from my first grade teacher giving me the ability to be able to scrawl my first name on a piece of paper in the manner of pencil in fist as if carving something in stone. And my English teachers teaching me the fine art of the English language and its usage (something that still confounds me). I said to him, “No one taught me how to come up with characters and bring them to life. You either can, or you can’t.”

This friend I speak of can take a chunk of myrtlewood, and carve a beautiful piece of furniture out of it. So I returned the question to him. “How do you take a hunk of old wood, and create something so spectacular out of it?”

I can’t do it. I’ve tried, but it comes out looking like a dead headless fish after the birds have gotten to it.

He looked at me and understood and just nodded with a smile.

I believe we are all creative in one way or another. I am so envious of someone who can paint a gorgeous picture, or someone who can take a breathtaking photograph, or someone who can create lyrics and music. I suppose we can’t be creative at everything, but having at least one creative purpose that drives our hands and minds is the best that we can ask for.

And this got me to thinking about my sister and what follows.

My sister has no artistic creativity AT ALL. But, she has a gift for connecting with people. She had been a Registered Nurse for years, then went on to Director of Nurses. Her soothing personality has given her the ability to do her job impeccably. Something I didn’t inherit. On the most part, I can’t stand being around people, and was envious of her ability to connect with her ailing and aging patients. The smile that crossed their faces when she spoke to them softly often made me cry.

Which leads me to the Scary, But True topic:

I often wonder if my mother was to blame for my inherent loathing of being around ailing people. At the tender age of eleven, she took me to her place of work (she was a nurse as well) to Clovis Sanitarium, which is now Wolfe Manor and has been aired on Ghost Adventures, and Ghost Hunters, and touted as being one of the most haunted places in California. Anyway, she took me to work with her because it was a patient’s birthday, and she thought I’d have fun, and it would be fun for the patients to have a young person there for the celebration.

The moment I stepped into that horrifying place, I was mauled by crazy people. No, this was not an old folks home. It was an insane asylum. They tore at my hair, pulled on my arms, yelling and screaming for me to take them away.

Needless to say, I was horrified and ran out the building vowing never to return…and never to become a nurse. Bless those that can do it. Back then I didn’t know the history of that building. It was bad enough as it was, to see these people in such deplorable living conditions, shitting all over the floor where they stood, unkempt and filthy. Some walking around with no clothing on at all, some trying desperately to escape. No one wanted to work there, so the ratio of nurse to patient was minimal at best.

It wasn’t only the patients that scared the crap out of me. There was something about that building that put such a terrifying feeling in my gut. It was as if something black and evil was crawling inside the walls waiting to reach out and grab you. I kid you not!

My mother would come home from work and tell stories about things happening there that no one could explain. Before I went, I would think the stories were entertaining and enjoyed listening to them. Now, I sometimes wonder if whatever it was that was crawling in the walls somehow got into the minds of some of those patients. They were tormented by their own mental state, but what else?

This is my October horror story. Scary, but true. Oh, and yeah! Thanks Mom for damaging my brain for life!

September 28, 2012

The One Lovely Blog Award

My thanks to A.H. Amin for the nomination of  The One Lovely Blog Award. I am truly inspired by his energetic lifestyle that amazes, fascinates me and urges me to rush forward with fervor. Thank you A.H. Amin!

RULES OF ACCEPTANCE

Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.
Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.
Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know and link back to them.

Seven Things You May Not Know About Me

  1. I am obsessive compulsive to the point of not being able to finish one thing without wanting to start something else.
  2. I hate jello, yogurt, cottage cheese because of the consistency factor. Ew!
  3. I snore relentlessly…I guess. So, I’ve been told.
  4. I played with dolls up to the age of twelve, which I fantasized as being little people. (By myself, because no one else would.)
  5. I have a huge problem of not being able to throw boxes away. I have no idea where that comes from.
  6. I absolutely hate…HATE…shopping. I trait that my husband admires.
  7. I was agorophobic when I was young. I taught myself to overcome this phobia by making myself go out in public alone. Probably why I played with dolls up to twelve years old.

I would like to nominate the following bloggers who have inspired me, made me laugh, and made me think:

The Grand Master/Little Master Series, Patricia

Florence Osmund Books

Michael Cargill’s Blog

Alanis’ Daily Routine

The Monstrum Chronicles

Nail Your Novel

A Little Blog of Books and Other Stuff

J.D. Hughes

Very Novel

Rachel Abbott-Writer

View From My Loft

Thoughts From the Camel

Teresa Morrow Author/Writer/Poet

Lindsay Buroker

Growing Up Gamers

September 15, 2012

Short Story For Free

I have set the short story The Last Year and a Half  for free. No coupon codes to enter…just free. I figure if the darn thing didn’t take me that long to write, I shouldn’t charge for it. If you do decide to give it a read though, it would be great if you could leave me a review at Smashwords. Good, bad or indifferent, I want to hear what you think. It only helps in the writing process to get feedback from you.

Warning: Explicit language!

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