For the Love of Words Part 2

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I love using words like myriad paint colors to create images in readers’ minds. The English language allows me to use a wide pallet while the rules of writing and grammar set the boundaries that define the edges. But, like any language, English has its idiosyncrasies. I would like to look at a couple.

First, have you ever pondered whether to use “lie” or “lay” in a given situation? The rule sounds simple, right? Lie is a complete verb; an action taken by someone or something. To recline. Simple. I lie down. So far, so good. Lay is a transitive verb. It is something that happens to an object. To put something down. I lay the book down.

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For the Love of Words Part 1

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When I was a seven-year-old child, I spent a few days home from school, confined to a sick bed. We were living in my grandmother’s house at the time, and she watched over me while my mom did some grocery shopping. Upon returning home, Mom gifted me with a surprise—a book. My delight was complete. Even at that age, I loved books and reading, and will never forget the joy my mom brought me that day.

My seventh grade English teacher, Miss D—an old-school teacher who never married but found purpose in encouraging her charges—further instilled a love of the English language as she endeavored to instill the rules of grammar into an unruly class of twelve- and thirteen-year-old students. Her passion and praise will always retain a special place in my memories. And, though I never aspired to write, I went on to get a degree in Performing Arts and English Ed due to Miss D’s influence.

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Dropping the Mask

One of every human being’s most deep-seated needs is to form a personal identity that defines who he or she is.

In my series, The Seven Words, the demon, Sigmund, blocks young Prince Rayne’s memories. Why? So he can implant false memories and warp Rayne’s character—his identity. Rayne’s perception of himself—as seen through the deceptive lens of Sigmund’s corrupted identity—would taint Rayne, making him unable to become the One’s Light Bringer and fulfil the prophecy that promises Sigmund’s failure.

But Rayne’s identity is already secure in the One. He has planted an ember of hope within the young boy, giving him the strength to defy Sigmund. Eventually, Rayne recovers his old memories and, with the One’s help, realizes his true identity as a child of the One.

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I AM A TURTLE

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I AM A TURTLE

I am a turtle. Curiosity prompts me and, in time, my little, green head will inch out from its protective shell, and I will sense my surroundings. If all is fair, forward momentum is called for; if not, the safety of my shell is sought once again. You see, I suffer from phobias. In many cases, doing something that would be simple for another person is hard for me. And I don’t think I am alone. Everyone fears something. At times the fear is rational but at other times, like in my case, it is irrational.

Now, you might be asking yourself, what is she talking about? And what could this possibly have to do with writing or reading—or Hope, Hearts, or Heroes for that matter? As an author, everything. As a reader … everything.

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