Wake me up in the middle of the night…

Seven years ago, I was going through some lame, middle aged crisis. The economic squeeze was choking my small faux business. I worked with the best designers in Sarasota, Florida. But none of that mattered. Business, like everywhere else, was dwindling.

At the time, however,something else was on fire. Everyone I knew kept telling me about these books I just had to read. I would roll my eyes, and go back to the remote control. Didn’t they know I was in a black hole? There is no reading in a black hole. None. Only blank stares at the television screen. And ice cream. Spoonfuls of vanilla, and Chunky Jiff peanut butter. This went on for weeks, maybe even months. Why? Because there is no time on the event horizon. Depression is a black hole that paralyses you and then rips you to shreds. So, no! I’m not reading your damn Vampire books!

Four weeks later, I had cried my way through the entire Twilight series, twice. I went to bed and finally slept like the dead… Until 4:30 in the morning, Thanksgiving day. I was wide awake. I grabbed a spiral notebook that was sitting on my dresser, and started writing Haunted, the first chapter of my novel. “Stephanie Meyers did it,” I thought as I scribbled into the morning hours. “If she can do it, I can do it too.”

Meet the author

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Hello, I’m Lara. I have been writing a novel for the past few years. I’m embarrassed to say for how many. Let’s just say that medical conditions keep getting in my way. But that is nothing new. I started out on the wrong foot from the get go. I’ve survived cancer three times, so I guess you can say I am an expert on scars. It has taken me a little over four decades to be strong enough and brave enough to not only discuss them, but embrace them. So, now I am getting ready to publish as an Indie author and get my story out there in cyberspace. I may not be a member of The Borg, but parts of me certainly look like I was at one time.