Meet author Tanya Eavenson
today at the Book Boost!
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Never Stop Believing Because Your Life is a Story.
I’m a writer.
It took me longer than most to say those three little words or even to believe it was true.
I found myself four years ago sitting at a desk, typing away at the keys with a story in my head that needed to get out. And the kicker—I never wanted to write. Never cared to write, yet there I was with a burden to share a story I had no idea where it was heading.
As time passed, I believed I was closer to reaching my personal goals, but every time I thought I learned something, I discovered there was more to understand. Learning comes in layers, peeling away what was there to find something exciting, sometimes difficult, yet new.
I began entering contests, guest blogging, attending conferences, starting blogs, and writing for an organization. I laugh now because the more I learn, the more I realize there is still so much to learn. However, I’m still typing away, sharing the stories that are on my heart.
I’ve also recognized the story I’m writing isn’t the story I set out to write. It has to do with this journey I’m on to publication. How I encourage people to never give up. Or how, writing takes faith. That’s the real story. My life is my story.
Are you just starting off in your writing journey? Some people would call that newbie green, or are you a hunter green; enriched with more strokes from rejection, persistence, and a belief in yourself you can do it. If you are a writer, you will continually be molded causing you to learn and grow. And the blessings that comes from never giving up on yourself, whether you’re published or not, it’s finding who you are. The greatest story will come from your journey, so write it.
Never stop believing because your life is a story.
A Note from the Book Boost: I like how you relate writing experience in terms of the color green. I'm definitely in the hunter green category but have a real fondness for newbie "greeners" out there. Thanks for sharing and please tell us more about your latest.
Blurb:
He will fight for her at any cost...
Elizabeth Roberts can't remember her past, and the present is too painful. She turns to nightclubs and drinking to forget her infant daughter's death, her husband's affair.
When his wife's coma wiped out the memory of their marriage, Chris Roberts found comfort elsewhere. He can't erase his betrayal, but with God's help he’s determined to fight for Elizabeth at any cost.
She wants to forget. He wants to save his marriage. Can they trust God with their future and find a love that’s unconditional?
Excerpt:
Elizabeth pushed herself up from the bed. Her gaze swept the dark room and fixed on the hall nightlight. Her hand grazed over her husband’s shoulder when a thought gripped her. Katherine. The baby monitor stood silent. Darkness shrouded the red and green lights that indicated movement.
Her chest tightened. She hurled the covers away and leapt to the floor. Panic made her clumsy as she rushed to her daughter’s room. She lunged over the crib. No sound. No movement. Not even a stirring of air from her tiny nostrils.
“Katherine!” Elizabeth snatched her daughter from the mattress. The infant drew a heavy breath as her eyes flung wide open.
Lord, what’s happening?
Elizabeth’s bare feet pounded the cold tile as she ran back to her husband. “Chris, wake up! Katherine quit breathing again!”
Chris rubbed his eyes and scowled. “What is it?”
“We need to take Katherine to the hospital. She stopped breathing.”
He studied their child. “She seems to be breathing now. Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“She’s fine.” Chris fell back against the pillow.
“Please—”
“We don’t have the money to take her to the hospital when there’s nothing wrong with her.”
“But there is. She stopped breathing.”
He sat back up. “You’ve been worried about her since before she was born. You’re all worked up because she hasn’t rolled over yet. The doctor said that’s normal for being early.”
She’s called a preemie. She glared into his eyes. “If you were home more often you’d know she’s not fine.”
“I’m home, Elizabeth, and she’s fine.”
Heat flushed her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. “I’m scared. Can’t you see that? I need you to pray for our daughter. I need you to hold me and tell me everything will be all right.”
“Look, she’s sleeping.” His voice softened as his hand ran down her thigh. “Come to bed.”
“How can you care so little? I’m worried about our baby.”
Chris’s hand dropped to the sheets. “Shut the door when you leave.” He turned away from her.
Elizabeth stood for a moment unable to speak. With their baby in her arms, she slowly closed the door behind her and sank her teeth into her lip to keep from crying. If tears came, it would be for her daughter, not for the stranger in her bed.
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1 comment:
I guess I'm the opposite extreme: I've been writing/composing since I was a little kid. Along the way I've also been a journalist & editor. During my 3 decades in library work I was always writing: manuals, policies, documentation, correspondence, etc. But my creative writing was mostly poetry for over 4 decades. It was only after I retired (mid 2006) that I began writing novels. Seven completed so far; two published and one on the way.
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