Change your destiny.
As the third child in the Carter family, I always felt a little on the outside of the Carter charm. I worked hard and played harder, but I was getting tired of the same old scene. I was more than Jess Carterâs little sister, I wanted to be me. Pam Carter.
It was time for a change and I wanted to be set free.
I knew it needed to happen. After years of one night stands and too brief sexual encounters, an accident brought Fate to me. To resist his charm was my penance for years of misbehavior. The temptation to give in to my desire haunted me for almost two years, until an uncontrollable situation started the twisted path to test my resolve further.
What would it take to claim my independence and be a new, improved woman?
I worked for Jacob Vincent, horror novelist extraordinaire, as his personal assistant, but I was adamant that the relationship remain professional. Jacob had dark demons and I couldnât bring him into the lightâ¦or could I? Life was springing forth for me; changes were coming. I knew it was time to be set free from who I had been and who I was to start fresh with who I wanted to be. I just didnât know where to start to change my destiny.
| Add to Goodreads |
| Add to Goodreads |
Iâd like to say I was always a writer. Iâd also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. Iâd like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I canât say any of those things. I did dream of writing the âGreat American Novelâ until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why canât it just be good and tell a story?
As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didnât keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blumeâs Forever that I wasnât allowed to read as a twelve year old.
I can say that books have been my life. Iâm a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered âThe Three Bearsâ as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair Iâd never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.
So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didnât. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. Thatâs what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.
I was accused (thatâs the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. Iâve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think youâll like them. If you donât, thatâs okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.