Last weekend I pushed the PUBLISH button for Dream Glasses by Linda L Flynn. It’s now available on Amazon as an eBook as the first book in a series called “Rosethorn”. It’s been a journey that took longer than expected, but I’ve learned much along the way.
Dream Glasses is a fictional work, which began with a fun writing prompt one day. The story evolved, and the characters took on lives of their own. While laying words on paper, I found commonality in the longing to search for a dream. My dream was different, but still a journey.
Dream Glasses invites you into Liz’s journey of finding her true self. Frustrated and feeling trapped with her job at Struthers and Sloan she takes on a Research and Development project for the “Dream Glasses.” About the same time she starts the project these delicious cookies appear on her desk. Then someone from her past reappears. Liz, not expecting the collision of these three divergent events speculates on the opportunities presented to her. No change comes without risks and challenges. Could she handle the unknown and solve the problems presented?
You’ll have to read the story to find out.
As the story was drawing to a close, I realized I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to these characters. They have more life to live; more challenges to overcome; more to learn on how to live with disappointment when reality doesn’t match up to dreams; and on how to navigate the tricky waters of relationship issues with those you love. The Rosethorn Series has been born. With Dream Glasses you’ll get the first glimpse into Liz’s life.
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So I share with you the different things this means.
I grew up in the mid-west and lived my life east of the Mississippi River. I spent six years in Germany. Those years were lived at less than 1,000 feet above sea level, sometimes as low as 180 feet above sea level.
My house is at 7,400 feet in the Rocky Mountains. The move was a ‘journey to the heights.’
We live in an area called: Missouri Heights.
My faith expects me to grow and mature, representing the love of God and the life of Christ more and more. For those who personally know me, you recognize some days that is more evident than others. God obviously calls us to a higher level.
For me Journey to the Heights means these things.
I’m blessed with better health living in a higher elevation with a drier climate than any I enjoyed earlier in my lift.
I’m blessed by being surrounded with natural beauty, constantly changing. One can watch the massive skies with the clouds and various colors throughout the day. Stars appear close enough to touch.
I’m blessed to that God put me here, in this location for this time of my life and He is taking me to higher levels in my faith. This is a gift!
Most writers I’ve met are solitary creatures. We do our work alone.
Yet it is in coming together, baring our souls and sharing our work we are honed to be better at our craft.
I’ve found writers either instantly bond, or take some time to develop a relationship. Once that relationship is developed, they tend to hold others gently, recognizing we are each a work in progress – both in our lives and in our work.
It is in those relationships other can speak into both your life and your work. In the differences of opinions, the suggestions or the encouragement we learn. I learn. From these people, I hone my skills. I change and my writing changes. I hope I do these things for other writers as well.
My goal is to become a better writer this year. That means I have to commit to more time writing. We’ll see how that works for me.
I’ve been helping one of my dear friends pack up her house to prepare for a move to another community. It has been my pleasure to watch she and her husband embark on this adventure. They’ve lived in this valley for so many years. They raised their children here, owned businesses, know many people and have more memories of this place than I can imagine. Yet, they heard God say it was time to move.
I heard she told her son how thrilled she is to have someone help with the packing, one that had moved many times with the military. Wow! I think so seldom of those years and when I do, my thoughts are of places I traveled to or people I met who impacted my life. The rigors of packing, moving and unpacking are not high on those memories. Yet God in His infinite grace makes something out of what we may perceive as nothing. I’m honored that a friend can use something past, which seems like part of another life, today.