As part of my attempts to stretch my creative writing juices, I’ll be posting answers to a book of 3000 Questions About Me.
Question 1: What is your idea of perfect happiness?
This would go back to the idea of “heaven”—a place without pain, sadness, or sin. However, my view of heaven has changed. I no longer believe in a mythical place out in the ether somewhere. I believe that heaven will be placed on this earth, as a new and restored world, where God finally reigns as king and oversees all. Where, even though we have a knowledge of good and evil, we choose to do good.
I live in a catch-22 when it comes to writing YA novels. I struggle with the fact that I don’t read enough YA novels, but then I think I’m not qualified to write YA novels if I don’t read enough of them! (As if I haven’t read enough in my life.)
Truth is, I’m probably terrified to put in the hard work of rewriting and reworking a novel I’ve written, perhaps, tons of times. (No lie; I have 6 different versions, including first person and third person POVs.)
But I want to get back to writing. Pumping those creative juices. Escaping from my reality and crafting a world that consists entirely of weirdness and inanity.
But alas, I’d rather stay in bed and have a freak out over what I could do rather than do it.
This is a work of fiction. Saturdays are reserved for stretching creative muscles. This is my creative work; do not steal, do not repost without permission, do not reproduce.
Marah Miller called the meeting of the Main Line Wives to order at the Rosemont Country Club. The group was small and consisted primarily of four women: herself, Jazzlyn Follett, Patricia Langley, and Priya Karani. There were former members and other women who lobbied to become part of the exclusive, elite group of women who devoted themselves to social activities along Philadelphia metro’s posh Main Line suburban area. As president of the MLW, Marah was in charge of keeping up on social events for the ladies to attend and making sure the group performed stints at enough philanthropic events to appear as more than a high society club. But if Marah was really honest, they really were nothing more than a high society club putting on appearances. And these ladies weren’t just Main Line Country Club Wives—they were her inner circle of friends. Marah’s reason for exclusivity wasn’t simply a snobbish one, it was practical. Not everyone could be one of Marah’s close friends.Read More »