Let’s just first let it be known that I am an avid book reader. I love reading anything and everything as long as it is entertaining or/and I can learn something from it, or be enlightened by it.
One good day I had finished reading the last book of a series and I thought 'I want more'. Not more of that series or book, but more of what I felt lacked. For example; fight scenes―action, affection―I hate two kisses and 'the end', hate―betrayal and suspense, and the ‘more’ I really wanted was a girl/women in a book who did not, not think she was cute, or couldn't get the guy because there is no way he would be attracted to her, or lacked self-esteem or confidence. And…I wanted all that rolled into one book.
With all of that, I went to a friend and complained of having nothing to read. Her response was 'why don't you write a book you would want to read.' At the time, I said 'noo, I want to be entertained not the entertainer.' And she looked away from me and shrugged.
As I continued reading her words grew louder and louder. Almost a year later I began writing "Burdened" on a plane ride home from Miami, FL. Like, ten minutes went into it and I knocked out. I woke up and had to get on a bus to get to my house and I have never been flooded with so many ideas, scenes, events, names, and twists as I was this day. It was a very weird experience hearing voices in my head spoken from the characters. I thought I was losing it in a bad―crazy―kind of way.
I imagined my main female character; confident, pretty/sexy, strong minded, high self-esteem, and an advocate of getting what she wants. I understood her life; all things given, not wanting, do what's expected of her as she matures into adulthood, and enjoy her life. She was my center, my story teller, the enticer. And everything else followed suit.
I love romance novels and I took that as my base, secondly I’m into paranormal and I used that for my filling, and lastly after a conversation I had with my mom about how we all have our own demons that we choose and choose not to overcome. I took demons and choices and made then as my cover.
Burdened is a romance, but I didn't want it to strictly be based around romance. Although…it is. But when I started talking 'book' with a lot of other readers, their comments were 'romance is boring', 'romance in books sucks'. So from that I took, “Burdened” will not be strictly a ‘romance’ book. Yes, it will have romance and steamy scenes, because that's what I like in books. But we will also add in action and fight scenes, paranormal activities, suspense, and twists with betrayal, (I love betrayal in books especially when it's someone you never expect it to be). And so that readers will not get bored with one romance between the two main characters, I added another, with a twist and to show the difference in choosing to be in a relationship with our burdened male characters and being forced to be in one.
Once I started writing "Burdened" there was no stopping. The thoughts and ideas were coming to me so quickly, I felt I needed to get them in black and white and make it into a stimulating story. And because I was going through such a tough time in my life, I found that writing was my form of therapy and way to keep me from losing my mind―by making the characters loose theirs.
My burdened confession: I was so into “Burdened”, when writing it, I finished my entire series (A Burdened Novel). “Burdened” is book 1 of 4 and I still can't say how I did it.
I feel in love with "Burdened" as any author would fall in love with their stories, created worlds, and new lives. And hope everyone who reads it will like it to. It was fun writing it and talking about it with others that have read it. As a new Author to this world I have met many people and I never realized how much I would enjoy spending hours talking about books (even those that aren't mine), writing, blogging (which is incredibly fun―reading others and writing my own. Thank you to bloggers, you all are awesome), and meeting so many readers and people who equally love the same things that you do.
Yes, as in everything there is challenges, and I have to admit it is not the easiest task. However, the hard work is worth it. And it's amazing when you can do what you love.
Thank you, Jenai, for the guest post, and the opportunity so to share my burdened inspiration with you and your readers.
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Tracey Warren has everything an eighteen year old girl should. She lives a life of expectancies; go to school, please her parents, party with friends, and revel in life as a young adult. That is until she experiences an unexpected life changing accident caused by Nathan Newcomb; an illegally attractive yet perplexed guy who has her fumbling over her words and cracking her head on the concrete. In being enthralled by his overwhelming existence, Tracey neglects his promise of death (which never falls short of Nathan) and in ignoring his guarantee, she chooses to give into love over sanity and risks her life for the opportunity of being with him.
Nathan, knowing the risks gives into this want to have Tracey presuming it may be better to jeopardize their possible ending, than to allow her to endure the pain of his devoid. Nonetheless, with him being a burdened Sephlem, not only are they burdened by their adversaries who will risk everything but the exposure of their existence to see Nathan fall. But Nathan and Tracey come to find that their most sinister enemies lie under their same roof and regrettably share the same bloodline.
Oh yeah, and the preeminent point—lack of class. My impatience for graduation, in a few months, also grinds at the back of my head.
Still three days to go, until I can enjoy our week of no school and not waking up early. Mrs. Kimble moves on to literary words that are meant to capture your feelings when you speak. Yeah, only three more days—if I can ever get out of this long-ass class!
“So,” Glen pulls me from my thoughts, tapping my back, “what do you have planned for our lovely break that’s coming up?”
I turn a quarter of the way to her, not wanting to draw attention to us. “Nothing much. I haven’t put too much thought into it. What about you?”
“Well, you know, Andrew Stevens is planning the next break party, I think it is Friday at 9, or maybe 10.” She looks up to the ceiling, then nods. “I heard it from Robert, in the hall.”
Break party, it’s what we call any party thrown the last day of school and the opening of a break. It seems lame, thinking of it now. I guess it serves its purpose though.
Intriguing, I think, as I speak. “Andrew is not known for throwing parties, especially at his place—his mother would murder him if she found out.”
“Well, he is apparently willing to risk it—that’s why everyone is planning to go. It so has to be worth it,” she chimes, in anticipation. “So yeah, very intriguing.”
“Tracey and Glen, is the talk of Andrew’s party more important than the study going on in this English class?” Here she goes. Mrs. Kimble, on another role of trying to embarrass her students by using her bionic ears to ease-drop on their conversations.
Today, Tracey Warren and Glen Richards are on her hit list.
“Of course not, Mrs. Kimble!” Glen says with exaggeration. “Nothing is more important than what is going on within your exceptional English class.” Glen is the best smart-ass in existence. We have known each other since grade school. When her, her mom, and her older sister moved to Bennington, here in Vermont, she walked into my classroom and our third grade teacher assigned her the desk next to mine. I smiled at her and she offered me one of her princess erasers. We have been tied at the hip ever since.
“Now Glen, with your equipped sarcasm, you should try directing your efforts more towards paying attention to your studies,” Mrs. Kimble states calmly, while giving her a piercing look over the bridge of her glasses, “rather than towards being a smart-aleck.”
We have gotten each other into hell, and she has been the one to get us out; —in most cases. We are both eighteen, though she is a few months older than me; yet, I’m taller than she is. While I have dark-brown—almost black—hair, she has that pretty, sandy-brown hair that many girls color their heads to achieve. Freckles cover her cheeks, and I have a beauty mark resting aside my left eye. We both have curvy shapes that pull eyes as we walk, and Glen flaunts hers with an ‘I got it, girl’ attitude.
“Smart-Aleck!” Glen gasps. “Mrs. Kimble,” she says, slowly and with emphasis, “now, with your high expectations of me, you know I wouldn’t dare. I love being one of the students you go home thinking of, how you can make me into a better person before I leave this school.” She flashes her pearly whites and winks at Mrs. Kimble.
The other students in the class snicker and shake their heads. Mrs. Kimble—for a moment—only glares at Glen. The bell rings loudly, jarring her attention.
That bell may take forever to ring, but it is always right – on – time! Gathering my things, all I hear is giggling, rambles, and shuffling from the other students trying to rush from the classroom. Looking at each other, Glen and I attempt to make a run for it.
The last thing I need is for Mrs. Kimble to desire to keep me in this classroom any longer than the hour I already had to suffer through.
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