Saturday, September 22, 2012

A Friend Like Me

All my life I was longing for a friend. Someone I could always rely on. Someone I could do anything with. Someone that would always be there for me. I found her eventually, but it took some time.

Growing up I was always that third wheel in the group, the one that had only one friend. And that friend was always friends with everyone else. I was the tag along. And in high school, I’d have that one best friend that was a user and abuser. Do for me friend. But I’d get very little in return. The only good thing that came out of it was meeting my husband through it all. But still, I always yearned for a friend like me.

After I graduated, I got pregnant. Married my high school sweetheart and soon had a family. When I was pregnant, waiting for my first born to come, I’d crank up the blue genie figurine from Aladdin, place it on my belly and see my little one dance within me. Finally I thought this is what I’ve been waiting for. A friend. That unconditional type I’ve always been wanting all my life.

We had a son. And it’s been one of the greatest joys of my life. Later on, we were blessed with a daughter. I was thrilled.

But as the years went on, they got older. Now in their teens, they don’t really need Mom around that much. And throughout my life I’ve suffered with manic depression too. Still yearning for that special something that I’ve missed most of my life. After I was diagnosed Bipolar back in 2004, my doctor suggested I write as a coping skill. And so I tried it out, first starting with poems to write my thoughts down. I showed it to a few family members and some friendly co-workers and they all agreed I should send it to a magazine somewhere. Well, that’s when my writing took off.

Eventually through it all, I turned to novel writing. Thinking up characters. Making them do whatever I pleased. Giving them a world that I controlled. Finally I had control over something in my life. That’s when I met her—the most wonderful muse I could ever have. Together we could do anything. And whenever I needed her, she’d always be there for me. And then there are those times when I don’t write, she calls for me to come back and play with her.

Reading and writing is one of the greatest gifts known to man. It can throw you into the hottest of deserts or the coldest of winters. It can take you on a journey that you’ve never experienced before. And it can also make you a better person when you come out of it. You can be anything, go anywhere and do all the things you’ve always dreamed of all by cracking open a book or putting a pen to paper.

So if you’re ever looking for a friend—a true friend that you’ve always wished for (a genie all of your own) call upon your muse and write out a world of your dreams. Remember you don’t have to look far, there’s a best friend within all of us. And that best friend is you!

The Genie: Friend Like Me

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

For more teen fiction visit:

Suddenly Lost in Words Volume 1
Featuring a short story "The Werewolf Ate My Homework"

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Lisa's Bookshelf



Lisa's bookshelf: read

Perception
When Darkness Comes
Frost
The Ghost Orchid
The Lake of Dead Languages
The Drowning Tree
The Seduction of Water
Still Waters
The Tale of the Body Thief
Interview With the Vampire
The Queen of the Damned
The Witching Hour
Try Not to Breathe
The Unquiet
The Dead Of Winter
Arcadia Falls


Lisa's favorite books »

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Deep in the Meadows

Coming in 2014 from: Leap Books

Bianca "Bee" Thompson's brother, Jimmy has been dead for ten months, yet she still feels his presence lingering. And one question haunts her: Was Jimmy's death an accident?

Probing into the events on the night of Jimmy's death, Bee hears strange voices. The voices lead her to a blood-spattered room, a terrifying threat, and a deadly trap. Is Bee on the trail of her brother's murderer, or is she entangled in a totally different and much more diabolical plot?