Seriously. Can anyone tell me, because I seem to have mixed ideas.
Okay, it may help if I start from the beginning. See, as you all know, I signed my Entertaining Angels series with Vox Dei Publishing. I’ve been working on edits and proofs these past few days as I get ready to republish Entertaining Angels come April. As I was dealing with deadlines and the like, I thought, Man, this is what it must feel like to be a real author. Did I seriously just think that? I did, and I was disgusted with myself.
Why should there be limits put on how we see ourselves as authors? If you wrote a book and published it, you’re an author. You don’t have to have a publisher, or be traditionally published, for you to be able to label yourself as an “author”. Did you write a book? Yes. Did you have your book edited? I hope so. Did you have it proofread? I really hope so. If you said, yes to all of the above, then you’re an author.
But still, we put ourselves in boxes, much like we do everything else in our lives. We feel like we have to do things a certain way in order to be considered a “real author”. There are people who are going to disagree with me on this, and that’s okay. I just think with the way the publishing industry has changed, we should be able to change our thoughts with it.
When people ask me what it is I do, I always tell them I’m a writer, but why can’t I call myself an author? Why can’t I say “Hey, I authored that book.”? Because I’m scared of the label. I’m afraid that people won’t see me as “real” author.
I’ve been writing books since before I published Piercing Through the Darkness in 2011. I guess in 2011, I’ve been “authoring” books. 😉 I’ve put my dreams to good use, and I’ve published them.
I do things to support me financially (proofreading), but being an author is more than a hobby to me. It’s something I can seriously see myself being able to do as a full-time career in the near future. It’s something I’m working towards, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t call myself an “author” now. I wrote books. I published those books, and I’m seeing it through. It’s about time that I started calling myself an author.
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About the Book:
Following the best-selling first book of the series, Entertaining Angels, comes Before We Say I Do, An Entertaining Angels Short Story.
Chase Sanders and Madison Andrews are about to declare their love for one another in the most sacred of ways. Everything has been going perfectly, especially when an old friend returns to town to stand by Chase’s side on their big day. But is Zach there to see their union, or is he concealing the truth of why he’s actually back in town?
Chase has lived perfectly fine without his father around, but now that his father is divorcing again, he is seeking forgiveness. Chase can’t look at his father, let alone forgive him.
Before Chase and Mads can say “I Do,” Chase must first learn to let go of the past before the dark forces that haunt his nightmares come to life.
Andy had just come back from the decoration crisis as I paced the room; Zach and Andy watched me. I knew they wanted to ask me what was on my mind, but honestly, I didn’t even want to think about it. I was just ready to see Mads walk down the aisle. But there was something else bothering me, and I didn’t want to bring it up. I couldn’t help it, though. My dad was lingering on my mind. Should I have invited him? No. I was right in not, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to blow up.
“Andy, do you think I could talk to Chase for a minute?” Zach asked.
“Yeah. Sure.” Andy stood and gave me a wary glance before he walked out and shut the door behind him. That didn’t help my feelings any.
“Something’s going to happen isn’t it?” I asked, running my hands through my hair. I remembered it wouldn’t be long before I was taking pictures. I looked in the mirror and fixed it; I couldn’t let my nervous habit get the best of me right now. I had to look my best for Mads.
“Chase, I – I wish I could say no.”
Zach looked away from me, and I knew it. Something bad was going to happen.
“Will Mads be alright? Please tell me this isn’t about her.”
“It’s not. This time it’s you.”
Zach’s green eyes bore into me, and I felt like I was two feet tall. This couldn’t be happening. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. And I knew that it was my dad who was going to ruin everything because I couldn’t get him off of my mind!
“So that’s why you’re really here?” I asked, pacing the room. I lifted my hands to run them through my hair but stopped short. I balled them into fists and kept pacing.
“Not exactly. I really did come here to witness your union, but it was also to help you deal with your problem.”
“What problem is that?”
“I think you know, Chase.”
Why did anything have to revolve around him today? This was mine and Mads’ day.
“Can you stop it? Please?” I stood in front of him, begging. I even prayed to God to let this stop before it started. I would do anything to keep my dad from ruining our day.
“Things are already in motion, Chase. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
My legs felt weak, and I took a seat in the chair across from Zach. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. God, please. Stop this before it starts! Don’t let my dad show up. Please . . .
“What am I going to do?” I asked Zach. Maybe God had given him some kind of information that would be helpful to me.
“Be strong. Madison is going to need you at your best. You know how the enemy can be. Don’t let them ruin this for you two. That’s all they’re trying to do.”
“That’s it? That’s all the advice you can give me?” My voice rose in anger.
I stood and paced the room again, pushing my hands through my hair and then balled my hands into fists. I’d deal with my hair later. Right now, I was too angry. How could this happen to me? To us? This wasn’t right.
“I can’t believe it,” I mumbled.
“Chase, please. I told you so you could prepare. Not to cause you anger.”
“How can I not be angry, Zach? My dad is going to ruin my big day!”
“Not if you don’t let him, Chase. Maybe you can talk to him and mend fences.” He just stared at me like I was a caged animal and like he truly pitied me. Maybe that description wasn’t too far off.
I stopped and gaped at him. “There’s no talking to him.”
“When was the last time you tried?”
Zach crossed his arms across his chest, not actually in anger, but there was something almost like disappointment in his gaze. I felt like a small child being scolded by my mother. Zach knew I was lying because I hadn’t tried talking to him, although Dad had tried. I just wouldn’t give him a second chance. Sure, he left us. He deserted us, but every now and then I would get a missed call from him. Ever since I had asked Mads to marry me, the calls had increased. He must have known.
“It’s been a while,” I answered, sitting down again.
“Chase, this doesn’t have to be hard. Just talk to him like a normal human being. You helped me change Madison’s life once. Surely you can help me change your father’s.”
Tears stung my eyes, but I tried not to cry. Maybe it was pride. Maybe I just didn’t want to shed a tear over my father, but Zach’s words struck a chord within me. Could he change? Would he even want to? I didn’t suppose it would hurt to try and mend fences. What would Mom say, though? Would she want me to mend things with the man who ruined her life?
I nodded because I still didn’t know exactly what to say or do.
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