I pulled out my flash drive tonight. The holy grail of all I've written. The words you've seen, absorbed, and read, and the words that remain hidden from the world. The painted prose just waiting to be brought to life. I have stared at it for over a year, probably longer. It's housed with the diamonds and gold of my thoughts and dreams, the stories that live in my mind, just waiting to come alive. What's there can never be replaced. Five published novels and six or seven novels waiting to be brought to life. Some contemporary romance, some darker stuff, a young adult novel, book two of Claiming Emerson and Merger 4, and many infant stories yet to be fully formed. Writing is an amazing process. Ask any author, or any artist for that matter. There is madness in the genius. There is insanity in the silence.
It's been three years since anyone has seen anything from me. And the last novel I published, Claiming Emerson, I lent to an anthology - Blame It On Fate. Claiming Emerson finally came to life, but she's never been brought to my platform. I need to put the cover on and let her soar for me...for you. She was the beginning of a new series, but everything has changed. I'm not sure if I want to continue with Claiming Emerson. I am not sure I want to continue with the Merger series as planned, or just start something new. I have somewhat reinvented myself. It was necessary to grow. It was necessary to rediscover myself. Maybe it's time to reinvent myself here as well.
Do I continue writing as me - Heather M. Miles? Do I take on a pseudonym? I said I'd never do that, but that was before. Before all the craziness and unraveling of my life. Three years and I'm stitched back together by grace, forgiveness, self-love, perseverance, fortitude, and sheer will. I have a new life, in a new place. I am living a corporate life as well as the many other roles. I'm not so sure I can be that Heather Miles and this one too. If I'm going to be authentic to the writing and I'm too afraid to stand up in front of my colleagues and claim this other life, than maybe I write a little differently. Or maybe I stand firm and let the cards fall where they may. This is the million dollar question? And let me make this clear. I am PROUD of this work. I am PROUD of the writing. I am PROUD of the continued sales even three years later. I'm PROUD of me, and proud of YOU. Those who still believe and those who just can't wait to see what happens next.
It's time to write! I've missed it. I've missed living my passion. If not now, when? I don't know how many of you still subscribe to my website. I don't know how many of you will read this or just "chunk it" into your trash. If even one of you reads it, THANK YOU.
If you have an opinion about me writing under my name or one I create, I'd love to hear it. Share your thoughts. Please!
What I'm drinking...
What I'm listening to...
Cigarettes After Sex
I know life is crazy and unsure right now. I know nothing feels normal. We miss our friends, our colleagues, our family. Isolation is lonely. Stay strong. Stay present. Hold close those you love. Be kind and thoughtful and make a small footprint in others lives, you never know what's happening on the other side of that smile.
Stay tuned in and turned on! (I couldn't help but use it! It's been my tagline for years!)
Heather M. Miles