Where were we? I remember I had gotten my first computer just received GEOS for it.
Well, GEOS came with a word processor, graphics, and some other programs. My first crude stories took shape on that and later another better word processor program. From the information I had acquired, I began to flesh out these alien beings called the First Borne.
I made detailed medical notes on them while creating the stories. The race began to take shape as all things do in life. My biggest problem was they were not like humans but were in other ways.
I used the graphic programs to draw up their body, then their internal organ arrangement. I drew on medical knowledge from books and studied various animals with traits similar to this race.
Everything came to a halt after I was sixteen. Family health problems and deaths had me living in two places. I set all of this aside to concentrate on my parents and grandparents.
I still wrote small stories. I wanted to pursue writing, but the only local college that offered such a program was way too expensive. I was given the chance to go to college for Electronics Technology. I went but found the market saturated with military coming out with more knowledge than I possessed with an Associates of Applied Science. I got another job using my art abilities and computer skills in drafting and design.
Still, I wrote my little stories. I also read so many books I couldn’t count them all. It was through reading other authors that I decided to set writing aside for later. Once I became disabled, later became now.
I started on one story. It detailed the second great war of my races. I still haven’t finished it, but it led me to a new place, Erde. From this place stories grew unlike I had written before. I wrote over one million words before trying to do my first book in a two-year period. Now I’m published, and my first story is out there in the world.
This isn’t a long post because it didn’t need to be.
Oh, the Hourglass. Well, that was a little story I wrote while in the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association). If it weren’t for those people there teaching me and pushing me, I would have kept with it. The other group is Writer’s World, that I need to thank. The lessons the head person gives in files and on posts proved of immense value in making my writing lean and never giving up my voice.
The only way to succeed is to help others succeed, and from their blessings, we are all so blessed. – The Mistress