So you hated the ending?

You read over 200 pages and the only thing you have to say is, “I hated the ending.”  That is good!

What that says to me, is you loved my main character or characters!  Can I will tell you a secret? I hated the ending too! But I also loved the characters.

I created the character because I love strong females that can travel through the trenches of life and still remain a lovable human being. One that takes life one step at a time, and places one foot in front of the other even when she can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. She faces every day with a big sigh and pastes a smile on her face and treats everyone with kindness that fills her heart, no matter how much hurt dwells inside.

My character of Jena in my latest book “The Spirited One” is one of my favorites. Her life started out challenging to say the least. She lost her parents at an early age and aged out of Foster Care.  Along the way life threw her a bushel of lemons, and she accepted them, and fought her way  to the promise of a beautiful life. She was loved by many people, and she learned to return that love. Many people never get that chance.

She was hated by some not because of something she did to them, but because of something beyond horrible that they did to her!  Her will to live was amazing! Her desire to make them pay for murdering the love of her life makes her wake up screaming every morning from dreams that remain a mystery.

So thank you for reading my book and falling in love with Jena, and hating me for the ending, but in between Jena might just teach you about lemons, lemonade, and love.

In case you haven’t read it and you want to:

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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