Dont Settle for a Fairy Tale: Part One

How much suffocated anxiety can be held within? I was found guilty to a crime against myself.

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I live in a perfect Hell, I try finding my wishing well when I drop my last tear, I have accepted this life. Your pretty face seduced me, blinded me from how you used me I walked the long way home, only to get hurt by you again The longest glance, oh, what illusions did I have of you? A lone reflection splitting in two. You sucked out my will to live You gave me the crown, and killed… High road would have none to regret Never left, I took the low road instead. Love is a little death between two little lives, nothing more.

Now I have myself to live for…. Ooo, my life out of my hands I always gave eternal love another chance… Say the words, I wanna hear… all over again Consuming love, my only reason…. Nothing is service free, such things cannot be healed, that will do fine for me, so come here, come, come, come…. And suck out my will to live You gave me the crown, and killed… High road would have none to regret Never left, I took the low road instead. We always seem to end up here and break a lance Ready to give eternal love another chance… You say the words, I wanna hear… all over again Lust is my all consuming reason… Now, take me again….

I have always known the storm would come… Listen now, my young ones This not a story I tell of midnight, moon and sun…. Are you ready to walk the forbidden road learn again what we tried to forget The dark can now take over you. We have a common past, an ancient bond The people once broke We would only take what we need, They would harvest our weak,. But they hunted us all, We ended the last of them, thus far, ten lifetimes ago In hopes of healing the sore, but the war still went on. It took us many years to teach them How to cry wolf We made the people serve the purpose Those ignorant fools… my young ones!

And learn from the ones above you Fear is your deepest wisdom For these last days…. Under the moon I hold a wake for a promise torn Mortally wounded, feelings sheltered me Once again my shadow will enter your life Time to walk with me the last mile…. Open your blue eyes, tell me that you love me, whore Make me believe it, oh I know you lie Broke the vow I thought you made, my angel, why… Settling the score, we pass the twilight….

Forget ‘Mr. Good Enough’, Mr Perfect & The Fairy Tale: Get Real So You Can Get Happy

Head in the clouds. Dreamer to the extreme. I did myself no favors by putting guys I was interested in on pedestals no human could live up to. As a result, I scared myself out of really getting to know most of them. I was a bubblehead. I love my love story. Maybe I appreciate it all the more because it seemed so long in coming. We both had to grow in our individual ways in order to be ready for each other, and our relationship is stronger for it.

But the wait was not easy. In fact, it often was suffocating while I watched friends and siblings and cousins find their true loves and settle into marital bliss. However, as he does so well, God used the waiting time to refine some of my mixed-up views and ways of processing emotions. I mentioned that I love my love story. I should tell you that even as a young girl I wanted God to write my romance in a way that was undeniably his handwriting. I wanted the real thing, not the settled-for-probably-good-enough version.

I wanted the Cinderella fairy tale only he could create. Although Steve and I lived five hundred miles apart when we met as adults, we soon discovered our lives had crossed paths long before that. We grew up ten miles from each other, and our families attended the same small church for a while, which happens to be where we ended up getting married.

Yep, you read that right. Is that a fairy tale or what? Even though love is powerful and can bring healing, human love is flawed. As for expecting someone to fulfill all our needs? Have you ever been able to do that for someone? Would you ever be so audacious to think you could? Finally, the idea that we deserve love. Before you hurl this across the room, let me say it sounds harsh to my humanness too. At least I think I am, despite my generous portion of faults. But the fact remains that if Jesus had not died to pay for my innate sinfulness—which I can do nothing on my own to overcome—God could not look at me with love-filled eyes.

Where does that leave us, and what does it have to do with our relationships?

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But then something happened to Leigh and me. I stopped getting publishing contracts, and Leigh began what turned out be a ten-year-long pregnancy. I got the better end of that deal. Fast forward to the heyday of self-publishing, when I reclaimed the rights to the first five mysteries, watched in delight as they reached a whole new audience, and got motivated to write more.

But where could I start? No, time had passed. And I decided that in the sixth book she would have ten-year-old twins, just as if I had been writing about her all along. She was still a few years younger than me, and the world still spun on its axis. I liked having Leigh be in her early forties: I liked having her friend Maura still be young enough to have her first baby at forty-two.

I want time to stand still for me — I mean for her.

And that kept happening. This month the 'Zon has challenged its authors to publicly share what they love most about being indie. But speaking as someone who was traditionally published first, one difference that provides me with continual, glowing, cozy-warm satisfaction is Now, that might seem obvious. After all, who else would an author write for? If you made the agent happy enough to present the book to an editor, then you had to make the editor happy.

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And what the editor wanted might be a little different, because they had to please the marketing people. This was trickier, because the marketing people never read the book themselves, but wanted whatever they thought would please the buyers. Forgive me if my next words sound harsh.

But somewhere in the middle of that paragraph is where honest and heartfelt storytelling goes to die. Writing as an indie is a breath of fresh air because it allows a direct and unfiltered connection between the author and the reader. Indeed, getting the story across effectively is an inherent part of good storytelling. Are they getting teary-eyed? As an indie, I can write with the sole purpose of entertaining the readers I know and love.

My most cherished readers always let me know what they think The direction my writing takes is guided by the people who matter: Not agents, not editors, not marketing people, or accountants, or buyers, or distributors.

Unless, of course, they want to become readers, too. When I left home in Pennsylvania last week to attend the yearly Novelists, Inc. When I got back four days later, an occasional leaf here and there was tinged with red. The sight gave me a horrible sinking feeling.

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But then, those winters hit. And if you live anywhere in the northeastern US, you know what winters I mean.

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After the leaves fell off the trees those years, there were times when we doubted they would ever grow back. No wonder our most relaxing daydreams so often involve palm trees and oceans! As much as I whine at the summer heat, I do love seeing the green.