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It's been an interesting first week of a new schedule, a schedule, I might add, I stumbled into. Sometimes, what we think is a problem turns out to be a blessing. After taking a hiatus or vacation, we find ourselves having trouble fitting back into the everyday and mundane.

I often find that forcing myself into a habit is the only thing that will help. It's the discipline of becoming a writer, and not waiting for inspiration to hit, but simply writing. Now, it's starting to pay off once again.

I've mentioned in other entries the struggle I've been having with the third book of Azure Maris' journey. I knew she would face troubles in this book, but through her faith and family, she would press forward and succeed. Yet, the title of the book, Azure Depths provides some hints about what's going to happen - darkness descends around her as she faces some of her biggest challenges.

Because of my new schedule, though, I'm finishing the chapters needed (just finished chapter sixteen this morning), and well on my way to finishing the book this month. It's not easy, and as the chapters tick off, I know I'll eventually join Azure at the darkest part of the book.

For me, it's part of the journey readers and writers take along with the characters. We feel their pain, and celebrate their joy. I have been brought to tears by my characters and ones from other authors. As an author, I've grown as I journey with my characters; as a reader, I've learned more than I thought I would.

I think this is the beauty of fiction. It's the beauty of storytelling - those hidden truths we find in a good story. I've heard people criticize fiction because it isn't real. For them, non-fiction is real, and therefore true. I wonder if they have ever experienced the power from a good novel or poem?

Granted, I'm a writer of fiction, so I will always see the good in fiction, but as a writer, I still read non-fiction because I need to research. Storytelling comes in all forms, but when it comes down to it, I think some of the best stories have never happened.

Over the years, I've learned more from people that have never existed than from those who have. I think many people can name characters who have taught us more about life than life has. While there are real-life heroes we want to be like or respect, many want to be like Lucy or Harry or Sam. We want to fight back from the darkness like Anakin, or be the one who holds onto hope like Luke.

As I find my stride with my books, I look forward to seeing how these books I write impact the lives of those who read them.



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