Long Overdue Book Reviews: Changelings: The Rise of Kings by Katie Sullivan #Mondayblogs #bookreview

I continue with my backlog of book reviews, and I do hope that my tardy reviews might actually result in sales for the authors I’ve so long neglected. At least, then I won’t have to feel so guilty 😉 


One of my favorite writers and favorite people is Katie Sullivan. When I first met Katie, she had a blog where she shared ongoing dialogues between her and one of her primary characters, the Druid, a 1300-year-old Pict who made himself at home in her brain many years before. I do believe he drove her to write, and I’m hoping he is still driving her to write (hint, hint, Katie ;)) You can read more about her blog, The D/A Dialogues, here: https://dadialogues.wordpress.com/about/

A few years ago, Katie came out with Book 1 of the Changelings trilogy: Into the Mist. You can read my review of it here. The trilogy is a Young Adult historical fiction series, but trust me, Changelings can be enjoyed by all ages. Especially us older women who keep casting Richard Armitage (the actor) into the role of Dubh (the Druid).

This post is about Book 2 in the Changelings trilogy. The Rise of Kings returns the reader to Sean and Maureen, the orphaned teenagers from the late 1950s whose coming-of-age experiences include time traveling and almost getting killed during the 1916 Rising. Book 1 was a bit of a swashbuckling affair, complete with pirates. Book 2 — The Rise of Kings — is darker, and Maureen and Sean are older, the weight of their maturity based in large part on the experiences they shared in Book 1. But their adventures are not over yet.

With this second installment, Maureen and Sean now understand that they are changelings, that they can go through time, and they can affect history. Soon after they return to their original time, they go to live with Sean’s Aunt Margaret, who is not quite who she seems to be. Rather, she is much more than she seems to be. Their mentor and kin–Dubh–was thought to be dead, but he has yet to fulfill his destiny. And through trips back in time, and fights (to the death) between good and evil, love slowly blossoms.

The stories of Maureen and Sean, Dubh and Margaret are ones that made my heart ache, but it is a delicious kind of ache, a kind that makes you feel tender toward the people you’re reading about, trap as they are in their destinies. I’m really looking forward to Book 3 of this trilogy (hint, hint, Katie!).

You can find Books 1 and 2 of the Changelings trilogy on Amazon, along with a short tale on Dubh’s own history (Hunted), before he met Maureen and Sean: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1?ie=UTF8&text=KM+Sullivan&search-alias=digital-text&field-author=KM+Sullivan&sort=relevancerank

You can also follow Katie Sullivan on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ktirsh


Comments are closed because I want you to go and purchase her books and lose yourself in changelings, Fae, and magic, time travel and Irish lore. 

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Long Overdue Book Reviews: All Good Stories by Linda G. Hill #MondayBlogs #bookreview

I’ve been remiss in writing book reviews, and I aim to make up for it over the next few weeks. I have a fantasy that one day I will be very, very organized, and these periodic mea culpa posts will be things of the past. Right. Without further ado …


Linda G. Hill is a prolific writer, supermom, and all-around nice person. When I say she’s prolific, well, just take a tour of her website at https://lindaghill.com/

I moan and groan about trying to write when I have a full-time job, but Linda has three sons which means she’s on the day job 24/7. Even my cats can’t compete with that since they spend large chunks of their day sleeping. But I digress.

This review of Linda’s earliest published novel, All Good Stories, is so long overdue. I read All Good Stories about two years ago while on a winter weekend camping trip. A light, entertaining, and quirky romance, it was the perfect e-book to bring along. After a day of frolicking among the trees, I’d snuggled into my sleeping bag, fire up my Kindle, and step into Xavier and Jupiter’s world, two best friends who discover their feelings for each other the hard way.

For a story written “off the cuff,” Hill’s characters are well-developed, interesting, and, best of all, people I’d like to meet and have a coffee with. You know from the get-go that Xavier and Jupiter belong together, and you root for that to happen. The story is well-paced and, yes, there’s a lovely twist at the end. All Good Stories made me smile … often. If you need a pick-me-up, an escape from the daily drama of the world, you need look no further than All Good Stories.

And if you like paranormal romance, Linda has not one, but two novels for you to add to your towering stack of books: The Magician’s Curse and The Magician’s Blood, both part of The Great Dagmaru series. You can find links to purchase these novels as well as other works on Linda’s Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Linda-G.-Hill/e/B01K2LICL0/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1534103243&sr=8-2-ent

Follow Linda’s FaceBook page here: https://www.facebook.com/lindaghill.fiction

Find her on twitter here: https://twitter.com/LindaGHill

Her Goodreads page is here: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15577348.Linda_G_Hill

And she’s on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/linda.g.hill/


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Update: Finally Friday and Why is There Always a Snag?

In case any new readers come across this post: It’s all good. I’ve received credit for any sales made through this link: http://www.zpublishinghouse.com/?rfsn=1648278.3e0285

Patience is not one of my virtues, but I’m working on it 😉


Dear Readers, Fellow Writers, and Good Friends,

As you know from yesterday’s post, I have a short story coming out in the anthology Florida’s Emerging Writers from Z Publishing House, which is now available for preorder: http://www.zpublishinghouse.com/?rfsn=1648278.3e0285

This post is not about hawking the anthology, however. A couple of wonderful supporters have already indicated that they purchased the anthology using the links I provided yesterday. Their generosity should result in a decent commission for me; yet, those sales have not shown up and I have to wonder if there is something wrong with the URL. (Although what it could it be, who knows? Both I and a friend used the link to purchase the anthology, and those sales have shown up.)

I have a small favor to ask.

If you did click on the link provided in my blog post and purchased the anthology Florida’s Emerging Writers (or any publication on Z Publishing’s website), please email your name and order number to me at marieannbailey[at]gmail[dot]com

With your name and order number, I can follow up with Z Publishing and (hopefully) resolve this issue. I hope this doesn’t seem petty, but if anyone is purchasing the anthology in order to support me, well, it’s only fair that I receive the support.

Here’s some eye candy to show my gratitude 🙂

Wendy stretching her legs.

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Florida’s Emerging Writers by Z Publishing House: Preorder Available Now! #amwriting #shortstory

A few weeks ago, I shared good news with you all. A short short story of mine is going to be published by Z Publishing House in their upcoming anthology, Florida’s Emerging Writers! Woot! The anthology is available for preorder now. If you’re interested, use the following link to go to Z Publishing’s website. Your purchase of any of their publications will net me a commission: http://www.zpublishinghouse.com?rfsn=1648278.3e0285. I’ve just ordered a copy for myself because I like seeing my work in print.

Among other things, I’ve been sick the last several days with a head cold and cough. Through two doctor visits, I’ve managed to amass quite the little medicine cabinet. But the cough lingers, especially at night when I want to sleep. Otherwise, I’m much better. Just sleep-deprived.

But nothing can contain my excitement at having one of my short stories published. A different version of the story was posted a few years ago on another blog. Fortunately I had already deleted the post, in anticipation of shaping up some of my early bits into (hopefully) publishable pieces. No one was more surprised than me when Z Publishing House selected “No More Tomorrows” for the anthology. The short story is a fictionalized account of visiting my childhood home after it was damaged in a flood and then condemned. I read it to my husband after we learned that Z Publishing had accepted it. I got choked up near the end, realizing how much I still feel that loss even though it had been decades since I left my family home.

This experience will also be an kind of intro into self-promotion for me. One where I encourage (and hope) readers will plunk down a bit of $ in order to read a fiction anthology in which I’m included. I’ve had an opportunity to review some of the other stories included and this is definitely a win-win: a win for me if you purchase and a win for you because you’ll get a treasure trove of outstanding short stories to read. Here’s the link again so you don’t have to scroll back up: http://www.zpublishinghouse.com?rfsn=1648278.3e0285

As I’ve said before and I’ll keep saying until I’m blue in the face (or at least start coughing), I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you, my lovely community of readers and writers. Many, many thanks!

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It’s Release Day for Jill Weatherholt’s New Novel!

Congratulations to friend and author, Jill Weatherholt, on the release of her second novel, A Father for Bella! Click through and get your copy now!

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The Luck of Friday the 13th #MondayBlogs #neverstopbelievinginyourself

I always think of Friday the 13th as a lucky day for me, even if the luck only extends as far as nothing bad happening on that day. This Friday the 13th started off ominously though, putting me in a funk that lasted all the way to bedtime when my luck finally changed.

As I do every morning, I was sitting with a cup of coffee in my favorite corner of our couch, a heated wrap around my neck to ease my cervical arthritis. I had been fairly upbeat the day before, since Thursday is the day before Friday which is the day before the weekend. Those two days a week–Saturday and Sunday–I practically live for. But I digress.

So I’m nestled in the corner, sipping hot coffee, poking around on my iPad as the fog from my brain slowly clears when I sniff and my sinuses contract. I quickly shoo away the first thought that comes to mind. “No, no, no! I do not want to deal with this. Not this early in the morning!” I proceeded to ignore what my nasal passages were practically screaming at me, forcing me to breath deeper as the scent overwhelmed my senses, yet I recoiled at the thought of the obvious.

Finally I took my last sip of coffee, put the mug down, the iPad away and got down on my hands and knees. Granted, I did have to put my nose practically into the thick pile of our area rug, but there was no denying it, no way to ignore it.

Cat pee. Old cat pee. I looked up at Maxine, innocently curled up on the back of the couch.

What? Who, me?

Maxine is now 14 1/2 years old and lately we’ve been having some issues around her “inappropriate elimination.” Long story short: we resolved some of this peeing in all the wrong places by doubling her dosage of Cosequin. Cats, as many of you know, are stoic creatures. They keep their pain to themselves; if they choose to let you know, it’s often in oblique ways such as peeing in all the wrong places. Our theory is that Maxine, due to her age, probably has pain or at least discomfort in her hips and the trip from the back porch or from the living room to the nearest litter box is a road too far. When we doubled her Cosequin (that is, giving her a dose with her morning meal as well as her nighttime meal), she perked up, became more alert and interactive, and ceased to pee in the living room. (The back porch is still an issue, probably because she has to use steps and a cat door to get in and out.)

But apparently that didn’t mean that we had found and cleaned up all the places she had peed on in the past couple of months. So the morning of Friday the 13th, before I went to work, I pulled the area rug from the living room, wrestling it from underneath a rather large ottoman and rolling it up so I could drag it into the garage where it can stay forever as far I’m concerned. I’m a bit of a skeptic when it comes to getting rid of the smell of cat urine; fortunately, my husband has taken on the task of soaking the porch rug with Nature’s Miracle, sucking up the residue with a shampooer, and repeating … indefinitely.

That was the start of my Friday the 13th. The rest of the day was filled with angst. I could barely motivate myself to answer emails. I didn’t go for a walk during the workday because, as per summer in Florida, it was too effing hot and humid. A twenty-minute promenade around the complex leaves me with sweat stains in all the wrong places. I almost blew off going to the gym after work. I’m glad I did go since I needed to work off some negative energy, but the road trip from my workplace to the gym is like the highway from Hell.

Eventually I made it home, disgruntled and peevish (my husband’s word). He had spent the day cleaning the porch rug. We had dinner, drank wine and watched an episode of Star Trek: Enterprise. We got ready for bed. What happened next returned the luck to Friday the 13th.

I flipped open my iPad, something I don’t often do right before bedtime and I can’t say why I did it this night. But I did. On the screen, a series of email notifications bubbled up. One was from Z Publishing. The subject line was “Your Submission Decision.” The first sentence of the email read “We at Z Publishing House would like to congratulate you for having your writing accepted into our upcoming Florida’s Emerging Writers publication!”

It’s all a blur after that. I think I started shouting. My husband ran into my room. I read him the email. We’ve been celebrating every since.

Way back in April, I received an email from one of the staff at Z Publishing, inviting me to submit some of my writing for their upcoming series of America’s Emerging Writers. She had visited my blog and thought I might be interested. Well, that was an understatement. I did a quick search on Z Publishing, found a forum on Reddit that pretty much verified the entity as legit so I went to work. I managed to pull together five short short stories–the word count is 1250–and sent them in. I had only a couple of days to meet the early bird deadline, and my husband remembers very well how I closed myself up in my room tweaking those short stories to fit Z’s requirements … and still make sense.

Ever since I have been waiting. Now I know that three months is not a long time to wait to hear from a publisher, but I don’t do this very often. Well, actually, I don’t do this. I can count on one hand the number of submissions I’ve made in the last several years.

The publication date is September 6, with preorders available starting August 6. At that time, I’ll join their affiliates program and will be able to provide you all with a link to Z Publishing so you can purchase Florida’s Emerging Writers or any book that strikes your fancy. I will get a commission for any sales that come through that link. That’s icing.

The cake is the publication of one of my stories in a printed book.

The luck of Friday the 13th has been redeemed.

One last thing: I really owe it to ALL of you for being part of my life, for encouraging me, following my blog, reading and sharing my stories and WIPs. I know this is a very small success, and I won’t stop here.

THANK YOU for always being here for me. MWAH!

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A Dynamic Duo of Authors: The Contract by John W. Howell & Gwen M. Plano is now available!

Today I am psyched to help promote a new book co-written by John Howell and Gwen Plano. They are both wonderful people and writers, and their new novel is definitely on topic for the time we live in. Read on for more about …

The CONTRACT between heaven and earth

By John W. Howell & Gwen M. Plano

Thank you, Marie for inviting us to join you today. We are so grateful to be featured on your blog to share a bit about our new book. We know your passion is knitting and related arts and respect the amout of work that goes into each piece. We thank you for taking the time away from this advocation to help spread the word.

The Contract


Available on Kindle and Paperback

Kindle priced at $0.99 for the introduction.

The CONTRACT is a different story for writers John W. Howell and Gwen M. Plano. For either of them, it is their first attempt at co-authorship. After a year of Hurricane Harvey and other challenges, they have created, what they have termed, an inspirational thriller that bridges heaven and earth.

Here is the blurb:

The earth is threatened with a catastrophic political event which could result in international warfare and destroy all life on the planet. In heaven, a divine council decides that extraordinary measures are essential. They call for an intervention that involves two souls returning to earth. The chosen two sign a contract that they will work to avert the disaster.

Brad Channing, a Navy SEAL, and Sarah O’Brien, a teacher, become heaven’s representatives on earth. The story follows them as they individually and then together face overwhelming obstacles and eventually end up on a strategic Air Force base in California. It is there that they discover a conspiracy to assassinate the President of the United States. The terrorists have a plan for global dominance, and they are determined to complete their mission. Although military leadership appears to have the President’s best interests at heart, it is not clear who can be trusted and who should be feared. The action is rough and tumble as Brad and Sarah try to figure out the culprits for the plot that will turn into a worldwide conflagration unless stopped.

If you enjoy thrillers, this is one with enough twists and adventure to keep you riveted and guessing. If you like your thriller along with a good romance, Brad and Sarah’s initial attraction and eventual love will sustain you as they live out their heavenly and earthly desires.

Watch the cool book Trailer!

Here is an excerpt.

The headline read: Russian Spies Infiltrate Suburban America,and just below the headline was a photo of Nika. Sarah froze and dropped her glass. She got up, and without picking up the glass, went inside to call her former neighbor.

“H-hi, Donna, it’s Sarah.”

“I’m so glad you called; I’ve been worried about you. Is everything okay?”

“I’m not so sure. I arrived today and have just begun to settle into my new home. I was at the grocery store a little while ago and picked up the local paper. I couldn’t believe what I read. Abram and Nika were identified as Russian spies.”

“It’s horrifying, Sarah. Everyone is shocked. Nika’s photo was on the front page of our newspaper.”

“Here as well. I’m speechless. I can’t believe that members of the Russian intelligence service lived in my house and had God knows what discussions with my ex-husband.”

“And, you have to wonder why, don’t you?”

Authors Bio.

John Howell Head shotGwen's headshot

John began his writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive business career. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. His first book, My GRL, introduces the exciting adventures of the book’s central character, John J. Cannon. The second Cannon novel, His Revenge, continues the adventure, while the final book in the trilogy, Our Justice, launched in September 2016. The last, Circumstances of Childhood is a family life thriller story and launched October 2017. All books are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

John lives in Port Aransas, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

John’s other books.

Available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

Gwen had a lengthy career in higher education, and it was there that she published her first book, Beyond Boundaries, for students interested in volunteer work in developing countries. After she retired, she wrote her award-winning memoir, Letting Go into Perfect Love.

Gwen lives in Branson, Missouri with her husband.

Gwen’s books.

Available on Amazon at https://amzn.to/2wdXsrn

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Reflections on Suicide #BeThe1To #SuicideAwareness

I’ve been reading a lot about suicide lately. For obvious reasons, of course. Kate Spade. Anthony Bourdain. So many people are shocked by their deaths because, well, they were famous. They were rich. They had fans. People adored them. Why would anyone willingly, intentionally end what so many others consider the only life worth living?

It’s often a surprise to a person’s loved ones when that person commits suicide. To me, that’s a sign of how well people can function in their routines, and then not function when they’re alone. (Laura Zera)

Our culture is so hell-bent on celebrity, on branding, on whatever it makes to get into the public eye even for a lousy 5 minutes.

Our culture says that everyone should aim to “be their own brand,” a fiction that can feel easy to maintain as long as we have a screen between us and the world. (Ana Marie Cox)


We just can’t understand how people who are living the lives we envy would say “enough.” They leave behind family and friends who love them, and who are now having to pick up the pieces. The second-guessing will never stop, the hindsight will stretch back years and years.

Any life lost to suicide is one life too many. For some, suicide becomes an option because our society does not know how to talk about death. For others, it’s an option because they don’t know how to ask for help, or they do ask for help and no one hears them, or they ask for help and are rebuffed because nobody wants to hear them.

Suicide doesn’t make sense to most people, not when tomorrow might be different. That was often my way of “coping.” Let’s see what tomorrow might bring, although sometimes I was deathly afraid of what tomorrow might bring.

I have and still do engage in suicide ideation, although I’ve never made a plan. I have had those black moments in my life when I could have died “unintentionally”: too much alcohol and too many painkillers at one time. But I’d wake up, surprised and feeling miserable and strangely resigned to muddle through the day. And the next day. And the next.

But long before that, when I was a teenager and had not yet entered into the drug- and alcohol-fueled phase of my life, I thought of suicide. A lot. It was philosophical (what does it mean to live?) as much as it was concrete (No one likes me). I remember one particular afternoon in a college library. I was in the second-story lounge, sitting on a couch facing a picture window which looked out onto the quad. I started to wonder what the point of life was, why was I living, who the hell would even miss me if I was no longer around? I was painfully shy and introverted. In high school other kids thought I was a snob when I was simply terrified of making eye contact. I had a few friends but I was always on the edge of sabotaging the friendships. I hated myself and, by extension, hated anyone who liked me. Something had to be wrong with them if they liked me. Or maybe they were really mocking me behind my back.

I definitely had “issues.” I considered suicide that day, in a general way, considering my options. But when I came to the part about what would happen afterward, I froze. I didn’t believe in God but what if I was wrong? I had read Dante. What if what he wrote (The Inferno, The Purgatorio) were all true? What if suicide were truly a sin? Then I’d be worse off, wouldn’t I? So I filed away my thoughts and anxieties and distracted myself with ideas for what tomorrow might bring. I was pragmatic.

I think what saved me then was literature, and not just Dante and the fear he put in me of the afterlife. Literature gave me hope, helped me to imagine a world different from the one I was in. And there was no social media–no Facebook, no Twitter, no cell phones, no computers–back then. No cyberbullying. No 24/7 news cycle to overload my psyche with information. I could lose myself in books and imagine places in which I could reinvent myself. If I just hung on one more day.

Of course, that’s not the end of the story, and my own bouts of depression and anxiety and suicide ideation aren’t really the point of this post.

What I would really like is, if we as a society stopped and considered how we contribute to a person’s suicide. When we say, “but she should have asked for help,” we are essentially blaming the victim. When we say, “he should have had a therapist to talk to,” we are labeling the problem as internal, something unique to the person who committed suicide. But is it?

Sure, mental health problems can be organic, and chemistry might help. It’s not enough to take medication, though. I’m going to out on a limb and suggest that perhaps we really don’t want to be labeling people as being “mentally ill” or having “mental health problems.” Maybe the problem isn’t with them. Maybe it is with us, the royal us, the outer, external world with its demands and conformities and rigidity.

It’s not my own mental health issues I’ve had to deal with. My dad was “mentally ill.” I put that in quotes because I still suspect–and will to end of my life–that he wouldn’t have been so bad off if he had been born a few decades later. I suspect that much of his “treatment” led to the worsening of his mental condition. He was born in 1919 and at some point in his adulthood, he had electro-shock therapy. Do the math. Electro-shock therapy is not something you would have wanted to undergo back then. Nor would you have wanted to be given all those drugs which left him with a Parkinson’s-like condition.

I was afraid of his pain, the utter anguish that poured through his tears.


Once my father was labeled, there was no hope for him. His world didn’t have much use for a man who was emotional, who had a hard time holding a job, who felt such an incredible weight of responsibility for things and events he had no control over. And that was it: he had no control. They labeled him. Put him in a box along with the other mentally ill, and sent him off on his slow decline.

I guess I’m kind of angry. I’m not angry with Kate Spade or Anthony Bourdain or the almost 45,000 American who committed suicide in 2016. I’m angry with a society that values celebrity over privacy, a society that values transactional relationships over meaningful relationships, a society that values the branded self over the intimate self, a society that says, “Here, take this pill and all will be well.” A society that labels you and makes the label stick.

Almost 40 years ago, a gentleman who was part of a group I hung with killed himself. He had been missing for a few days when another friend came up to me in a bar and said, “Matt shot himself in the head.” I didn’t know Matt very well. Most of us were in our 20s and Matt was much older. I remember him as a soft-spoken, kind, handsome man with interests in art and music. He was also an alcoholic. My boyfriend at the time complained that Matt should have told them that something was wrong; they would have helped. I said nothing because I knew better. Nobody wanted to hear Matt’s pain. He was a little bit like a celebrity: someone we looked up, admired from a distance. He drank too much, but we all drank too much. He had financial problems, romantic problems. So did we. Frankly, I don’t think he was even trying very hard to put a good face on things. He shouldn’t have had to say anything. We should have seen his pain and reached out to him.

And maybe that’s the point of this post: Don’t wait for a friend or a family member or just another human being to ask for help. A few minutes of your time can be a lifeline for someone else.

To learn how you can help, visit http://www.bethe1to.com/

And if you feel you need someone to talk to, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. You are not alone.



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Living in the Moment: Softshell turtle #mondaymorningzen #MondayBlogs #softshellturtle

Here it is … your Monday morning moment of Zen.

For more information on this lovely creature, click here for the Animal Spot website.

You’re welcome 🙂

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Mind Over Matter: Overcoming Self-Doubt in Those Opening Lines by Anita Gill — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog

I’m popping out of my self-imposed bubble long enough to share this essay by Anita Gill in BREVITY. So much of this short essay resonated with me and my perpetual struggle with my inner critic, and, of course, it prompted a comment from me. Please read the essay (and my comment below) and let me know: How do you handle your inner critic?

By Anita Gill On a chilly winter day in Oregon, Laura Hendrie, an award-winning fiction writer, gave a craft talk to a room full of graduate students on the topic of crafting the beginning lines of a story. She looked around the room and asked, “What is it about an opening that pulls me in […]

via Mind Over Matter: Overcoming Self-Doubt in Those Opening Lines — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog

My comment:

“And this would apply to fiction as well. Even when I’m purposely making things up, my inner critic argues against my authority to do so. The thing about memories–and why the inner critic can often win the battle against writing down memories–is that they are subjective. Your memory of a particular event may differ from every other person who witnessed that event. I’ve often gotten blank looks from family members when I recall an experience that I know we share, but they no longer remember … or choose not to remember. When I write down memories, my inner critic often takes on the voice of my mother or brother or sister, arguing against my version of events and whether I have the “right” to tell it as I remember it. If I go public, I risk being called a liar or of hanging out the family’s dirty laundry. So I write fiction, but my inner critic still knows what I’m up to. This essay is validating and makes it clear that the only way to silence my inner critic is to simply keep writing until my words drown her out.”

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