Be welcomed. I’m Amanda, and this is where I would usually put the standard list of adjectives that describe who I am, but really only one matters at the moment: I’m a writer. Not as prolific as I’d like to be, and with plenty of room for improvement, but there we have it. I write New Adult Fiction about women just starting on the “real adult” path, and about married couples trying to travel that path together.
Why New Adult? I may still be searching for what feels “right” as my writing voice, but I’ve always teetered between writing Young Adult and “regular” Fiction characters and neither felt quite natural to me. At 28, I haven’t been a young adult in some time, and yet I’m still not convinced that I’m an adult. New Adult seems to be that missing 20-something stage in life. I write married couples because I haven’t been single since I was 16 years old, even if we only married about 7 years ago. That said, I still love to read about characters falling in love, so there’s some of that, too.
My genre of choice is Fantasy. My stories are usually filled with some sort of magic, royalty, faeries and corsets. If you notice the picture above, part of this love of fantasy stories extends into our real life a couple times a year as we explore the grounds of a Ren Faire or two. It’s a lot of fun, especially when they let you hold an owl (for a price, of course ) 1
When I was a kid, I wrote my first stories using markers and lined paper cut into small squares while sitting in the back of my parents’ van. The one story that I can remember was about a boy and a girl who found an abandoned cottage in the woods and had to defeat an evil witch. By seventh grade I was finally into reading, it had always been a struggle, but around age twelve something finally clicked. I read tons, but I had lost the writing bug somewhere along the way. In ninth grade I was bit. I wrote short stories, snippets, and a few novel length works. Almost all of it was *NSYNC fan fiction, and some of it was pretty good. Most was bad, very bad. I’m not really that upset that I lost it all in a hard drive crash after we moved into our house.
After I graduated high school in 2002, I all but stopped writing. I’ve been struggling ever since, but I’ve always loved it, and always felt it’s pull. In my last year of college, I allowed myself the treat of taking a creative writing class. I adored it. As soon as I graduated, I participated in NaNoWriMo 2010, and that was my first, and only, win.
I’m still working on the story that evolved out of that year’s NaNo. It’s my big work in progress, tentatively titled The Traitor’s Heir. Right now, I’m working on a shorter story that isn’t so heavily planned out, and without the pressure of wanting to publish it. To get him back is a way to get the words out again. I need to find my voice, and to get over the mental hurdle of thinking of writing as a treat.
Writing and reading to me are as essential as water and air. It’s time to admit that, and drink like I’ve been wandering the dessert for eternity and have only just now found an oasis. This blog is the product of that wandering journey.
- And oops, I just realized there’s a piece of cat fur on that picture ↩