Being an Author: Breaking the myth
If you write a book,
people will read it. I mean, that’s the point of writing a book,
right? Readers will read it, tell other readers about it, and an
author can sit back and enjoy the money and fame their writing will
bring. Yeah, not so much.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love being an author. I love dreaming
up the worlds I write about. The characters come alive in my mind
and on paper. That I can share it with readers is cool. But, it’s
not an easy or glamorous job (yep, I used the J word!).
There are no
housemaids to do my laundry or cooks to make meals so I can keep
writing. I still have everyday life responsibilities like washing
dishes and paying bills. People don’t shout my name when I go into
public places.
Being an author
doesn’t mean wide spread fame or fortune. Being an author is a job
like any other. It requires time and dedication to do well. It
means sleepless nights worrying about deadlines and audience
satisfaction. It means investing a ton of hours (and pieces of my
soul) into each book I write. It means opening myself to public
criticism for each word I’ve typed.
No, being an author
isn’t easy. Then again, most jobs worth doing aren’t.
(Dis)Content by Melissa Haag
(Judgement of the Six #5)Publication date: November 24th 2015
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
I hate. I thought I hated before the letter, before the werewolves, but now I understand that was nothing more than a chip on my shoulder. The urbat took what was mine. They will pay.
Isabelle leads a very normal life…for an emotional syphon. If not for Ethan and his bar, she would have lost her sanity long ago. But everything changes with the crash of her fighting cage and a man who transforms into a wolf. There’s something about Carlos—when he’s not growling at her—that makes her do things she wouldn’t normally do, like sigh and daydream.
Attraction aside, she is faced with the very real evidence that werewolves and urbat exist, and the urbat are after her. And the only way she can keep Ethan safe is to join with the werewolves and Carlos. It’s a race against time to stop a war, fight for love, and find the last Judgement.
Excerpt:
The phone rang
before my alarm. Hell hath no fury like a woman woken before her
alarm. I fumbled to find the phone in the dark.
“Hello?” My
voice cracked.
“Hey, Z. This is
your reminder to pack your bag. You promised to cover tonight.”
“Ethan. You are
sick to call me this early. I said I’ll be there. Now, leave me
alone.” I ended the call without a goodbye.
The phone rang again
before I could drop it back on the nightstand.
“What?” I
answered.
“I’ve dusted
your gloves, babe. You’re overdue.”
The call
disconnected, and I smiled in the dark. Only Ethan, the huge pain in
the butt I called friend, could annoy me and make me smile at the
same time. He was right. I needed to go in and really purge.
Hitting the bag at home helped, but I suffered from a slow buildup.
Ethan compared it to PMS. I grew moodier until I started an actual
fight. Except the fights were never fair. In my anger, I pulled too
much of my opponent’s emotions, and they tended to just stand there
with a stupid smile as I hit them. But I couldn’t avoid the
fights. I needed them. Hitting an actual person drained me way more
than the bag, and it was the only thing that helped when I got like
this. I hated fighting but didn’t see any other choice.
With a sigh, I slid
from the sheets and shuffled to the bathroom. My long, red hair was
a tangled mess, and I scowled at myself in the mirror. The green of
my eyes seemed vivid against the bloodshot background.
I should have slept
longer. I already felt edgy and knew it would be a long day.
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