I’m a believer that writers need a lot of support. The family- making sure the writer gets the time in to write, for some, maybe read what they wrote, if the writer wants to share. To rejoice in the milestones, to spread the word….and so on and so forth. I know not every writer has that. I’ve heard stories where the families don’t show that kind of support, and that startles me. I am surrounded by so many people that do show me support. My mom and dad have a copy of my book. In fact, my dad snatched my proof copy and wouldn’t give it back until he finished the story. My dad has always been an honest person, and he was touched by my book. He shares my excitement with all the milestones so far. He is the one that gave me the love of reading, and was never ashamed to admit that I’m a faster reader than he is. Lol.
My mom used to buy me tons of books, and it’s because I wanted them! Christmases, I got piles and piles of books! She bought me the spiral notebooks and pens so that I could write. I wrote my first poem at 12, after suffering the loss of a neighbor who was far too young to leave this world, and so I wrote about it. I stuck the poem in my headboard and I guess my mom came across it, and showed it to our neighbor, the grandmother of that sweet baby girl we lost.
My husband, who is also another honest person. Sometimes he’s blunt, even too blunt. But he supports my dream of writing, and he read through my now published book, edited it, formatted it, helped with the print copy process, and even shares it on his Facebook wall for his friends to see. He doesn’t read romance, he’s more of a fantasy reader (Terry Goodkind, David Farland) but he enjoyed my book.
My best friends, some of my writer buddies and partners….Where would I be without any of them? Could I write without the support of others? I think so, but it’s still really great to have those on my side, to share the ups and downs of this process.
Most of all, to bloggers/revewiers and readers. They are the driving force for me. Yes, I’d write just for the sake of writing, I always have, but it’s the response that I’ve gotten already that tells me I’m doing something right as a writer. I’ve gotten some great reviews that brought me to tears, and frankly, I’m still in the clouds. I may not come down for awhile.
If you’re a writer, I hope that you always follow your dreams, even if you do or don’t get the support, but know that there’s always someone that loves what you do.
I just wanted to share my thoughts on that today. Thank you for allowing me to do thank, thank you for reading, and thank you to my host today for sharing my words.
* * * * *
The magic of Christmas has been lost to Jacob Winston. At the suggestion of his ill sister, Jacob takes a job as a Secret Santa at the mall, hoping to restore his Christmas spirit. Even that doesn’t seem to work, until a special little boy ambles up to make a very special wish…
Cheyenne Jensen is struggling to raise her two kids without the help of her ex-husband who refuses to acknowledge his daughter’s existence and doesn’t provide for the son he does. This Christmas is shaping up to be as heartbreaking as the last, until her son Ben’s kind actions lead a stranger to them.
Ah, but it’s Christmas time and the magic has begun.
When Jacob and Cheyenne meet, neither can deny their immediate attraction to one another. As situations arise that require they spend more time together, their feelings grow stronger and stronger.
With Christmas fast approaching, the pair learn what matters most in life. Now, if only they could ditch the ghost of Christmases past.
Maybe this holiday will bring some wishes come true- for everyone after all.
Excerpt from The Secret Santa Wishing Well:
Jacob wasn’t far from her mind even when they weren’t talking. Ben brought his name up constantly, admiration and love in his voice. He really liked Jacob. One night while tucking him into bed, Ben said something that melted Cheyenne’s heart.
“The wishing well with Santa worked. He brought Jacob to us. Jacob made sure my wish came true. He really does know Santa!” He’d said sleepily, closing his eyes with a big smile on his face. But the words he said rang in her ears. What was his wish? With everything going on lately, Ben’s wish had slipped her mind.
So when Jacob called that evening, she mentioned it to him. Asked him. “What was Ben’s wish that day, Jacob?”
“Hmm?” he asked, obviously startled. Distracted again.
“Ben said that the wishing well with Santa worked, that it brought you to us. I’m curious what his wish was.” Cheyenne leaned back into the couch, covering herself with the blanket. She wanted to turn up the heat, but debated against it. Ben and Desiree were warm enough, so why couldn’t she get warm? If she turned the heat up anymore, she’d suffocate. Not to mention the electric bill.
Jacob hesitated before answering. “He wished for you not to have to work so hard. That he could have a family, a daddy that loved him.” Oh, Ben. No wonder he thought Jacob was the answer. Jacob had been there ever since the wish, since Ben met him. He thought Jacob would be the daddy he always wanted? That’s why he was so happy when he saw Jacob and Cheyenne exchange a hug or a quick kiss.
He had his sights set high. Way too high. While she wanted the best for Ben, he couldn’t go on thinking that Jacob was going to be a dad to him. Jacob had his own life, though he’d been sharing time with them, it wouldn’t last long, would it? With whatever he was dealing with that kept him at a distance, she predicted it wouldn’t. Call it a fear, call it intuition, call it stupid, but when someone didn’t give their undivided attention and seemed to be shrouded in mystery, it couldn’t end well.
Cheyenne willed the tears not to fall. What a wish for a six year old. While her pride for her son was evident, the fact that a little boy had to wish for things like that tore her up.
“Cheyenne? You okay?” Jacob’s deep voice made her heart beat faster.
“I was just taken back. Wow. He shouldn’t have to wish for love from his father. That’s terrible.”
“It is. But you’re doing all you can. You can’t control what his dad does, Cheyenne. You have to know that. Ben looks up to you. He thinks the world of you.”
“He’s growing up too fast. Sometimes he’s so much wiser than six. I don’t always know how to react, or feel about that.” A chill ran down her spine, spouting goosebumps on her arm. She tried to shift positions, cover all of herself. “I wish you were here.” She blurted.
Oh God, why did I say that out loud? What was I thinking?
“I didn’t expect to hear that from you.” Jacob’s voice went low, raspy.
* * * * *
All About Nikki: Nikki Lynn Barrett lives in Arizona with her husband and son. She’s an avid reader, a dreamer, and loves everything about books. She runs a book blog, an online used bookstore, and writes various genres of romance. Nikki can also be found outside with her camera when a storm is near, snapping photo after photo. Her dreams of becoming a writer started when she was young, when she started writing books in one subject notebooks by the fifth grade. The Secret Santa Wishing Well is her debut book. You can visit Nikki’s site at: www.nikkilynnbarrett.blogspot.com for more information. She is working on her next book. Nikki would love to hear from readers. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/NikkiLynnBarrettauthor