For this month, 3 of my favorite authors and I are going to talk about who inspired us to write.
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Catherine Peace is one of my best friends, and she has her first book out! You can read my post about it here:
Monday Mentionables: This Time Next Year
And now, you can buy it at any of these places:
Decadent Publishing
Onto the blog:
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I’ve been writing for a long time. Over half my life, actually.
*I’m 28 and have been writing since I was 8, so there you go.* And
I have to say that in all those twenty years, no one has quite
touched my life like my high school English teacher.
I know that this
post is supposed to be about the people who inspired you to write,
but #1, I don’t think the state of Kentucky deserves that much
credit (thanks 4th grade portfolio), and #2, Ms. Carroll
is probably the reason I’m as good a writer as I am today, which
means she’s almost directly responsible for me getting published.
Never in my life had
I had a teacher as challenging as she was. Granted, it was my mistake
to take her for AP English, after the hell that was freshman English
with her, but man, those AP credits look fantastic on transcripts.
Our small class of maybe 10 was at her mercy for the semester.
In addition to the
mass amounts of reading we had to do, we also got to do tons of essay
writing. Any time she assigned one, she’d give us a period of time
(usually two days at the most) to come up with our thesis. And every
time I presented my thesis to her, she’d suck on her front teeth
(and make that tch sound), look at me with a somewhat bored
expression on her face, and say, “You can do better than this.”
Keep in mind, I’d
spent HOURS wracking my brain to come up with said newly-rejected
thesis idea. HOURS. Given the outrageous amount of homework I already
had, devoting hours to pounding my brain for one freaking thesis idea
was the equivalent of a week of pure thought. And for it to be
rejected? To be told I could do better after I’d already done the
best I could? There were times I returned to my seat in tears,
wondering how on earth I could possibly do better than that.
And then I would.
Again and again, Ms.
Carroll and I would perform this cruel dance. I’d put all my
thought and effort into a thesis only for it to be rejected. But then
one day something magical happened—I started thinking like Ms.
Carroll, telling myself I can do better before she had the chance.
And the first time I handed over my thesis, with my tail tucked
between my legs, and she grinned and nodded and sent me back to my
seat? I may as well have won a gold medal.
In all honesty, she
gave me the single greatest gift I could ever have gotten—the
ability to go deeper, to pull from the depths of my brain, heart, and
soul, and put that on paper. She helped me learn to kill my darlings.
And in-so-doing, she helped me achieve my dreams.
Catherine Peace has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. She often blames two things for her forays into speculative fiction—Syfy (when it was SciFi) channel Sundays with her dad and The Island of Dr. Moreau by HG Wells. She graduated in 2008 from Northern Kentucky University with a degree in English and is still chasing the dream of being super rich and famous, mostly so she can sit around in her PJs all day and write stories. When not being a slave to the people in her head, she’s a slave to two adorable dogs. Facebook
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