Mira Draken

Yesterday inspiration struck, and I wrote a short story. Actually finished it, did first edits and searched intensely for errors.
A sleek little story I love. Pure Fantasy. I hate to disappoint you, dear reader, but you will probably never read that story, because I wrote it in German, my native tongue. Maybe I'll publish it under a pen-name.

So does writing start out of the blue?

No it doesn't. Definitely not.

Writing is a lot of inspiration, but even more of simple, hard, repetitive work. That's the way my writing career started. At school I wrote some youthful rubbish. Lyrics. Melodramatic lyrics. And a story which makes me cringe every time I read it again.

Then a long time nothing (besides my trusting diary, of course).

Then I was on my inspirational flower-power trip and started to write down my dreams. Pretty psychedelic stuff. That lasted two or three years.

Followed by a time I didn't write, but told stories. Mother's duty.

Children grow. So did my stories. More than 30 years after these dreadful teenager writing experiments I finished my first novel. It did help that I was a voracious reader all these years. Reading gives an author some skills. Reading, and a and a good dictionary. Not to forget grammar skills. All these thing which suck at school. Dreadfully boring stuff. But you need it. Especially if you are heading for a writing career.

There's a discussion around about the price-tag of e-books.
Want to hear my opinion?
I read a lot. Really. More than a hundred books each year. Naturally I'm always looking for cheap reading stuff (hey, an author doesn't earn so much money - yeah, I know, some do, but a very few some, and I'm not among them).
So an e-book which costs more than 5$ has no chance to find a place in my virtual library.

Why, then, should any reader be charged more for my e-books? Any e-book I sell myself (and hopefully all e-books my publishers sell) will cost less than 5$). Promised!

It's raining. Cold rain. This should be summer, or so my calendar tells me. Nothing about this weather encourages me to write. All I want to do is huddle beneath warm blankets and drink some hot tea.
Ah....oh....
huddle beneath blankets....
if I'm not alone under these blankets, that would change everything, wouldn't it?
One nice hunk of a man, one hot woman, a dark cabin in a wilderness area, rain, rain, rain, she's feeling cold, he's offering her warmth, they feel each other...

Welcome, idea! Welcome! muse!
Found my story-plot.

Will not change the title. I still hate this weather.