Kathryn Reynolds
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I've been writing, mostly at night. My husband Mike works days and I work nights. We initially started doing this for the sake of the boys. We wanted to make sure that at least one of us was always there with them. It was hard, but oh so worth it - because my kids always come first. Although at times the boys haven't always appreciated the fact that one or both of us are ALWAYS here for them...unlike their friends...LOL
Anyways, since I work nights (I've become so accustomed to doing this that I'm not sure I could go back to working days after having worked night shifts for over 22 years now) – I usually come home from work tired - but unable to sleep. I rarely watch TV at this time, because it would wake Mike and the boys up, so I'd read. One night I was reading a book and I was so disgusted with how the author had ended her story - I began to rewrite the book's ending in my mind's eye. I told Mike about it the next day. I told him that even “I” could write a better story plot and ending than what this author had written. Mike looked at me and said, “Then why not write a story yourself?” |
At first I pooh-poohed the idea, for even though I loved to write, back then my writing took the form of letters to friends and family, diaries, poetry, and short stories. And even though I'd had all kinds of story ideas and characters running around inside my head for years, I didn't think I could write well enough for someone else to want to read them.
Then one night, I’d gone to bed, but couldn’t sleep. Not wanting to disturb Mike, I decided to get up and go downstairs and read a book. Only I didn’t have any new books to read, and I wasn’t in the mood to re-read any of the ones I’d already read, not even my favorite ones. So I sat down on the couch, and started creating a story in my head.
In my mind's eye the story just evolved, and not wanting to forget it, in case I fell asleep, I decided to write it down on paper. (We didn't have a computer then). So I got up, grabbed a spiral notebook, and began jotting down this story and characters. It started out as a brief outline – but soon I was writing in earnest.
I continued to write, well after dawn broke, and Mike came downstairs to eat breakfast and get ready for work. He stopped and looked at me. He asked me if I'd gotten any sleep the night before, I just shook my head and continued to write. (This was when my oldest son was about two years old).
I continued to write until my son woke up. When he went down for his nap - I took the notebook out and continued to write. At work on my breaks - I would write. When I'd come home from work, instead of reading, I'd continue to work on my story. When Branden was off playing with his friends, I'd work on my book...and each and every time I was interrupted in my writing - so too were the characters in my story interrupted in interesting moments...
As my story grew, so did my characters. The secondary characters in my story began to take on lives of their own in my mind's eye - and the next thing I knew - instead of writing ONE story - I was writing a series of them... That story is Garland Roses
Then one night, I’d gone to bed, but couldn’t sleep. Not wanting to disturb Mike, I decided to get up and go downstairs and read a book. Only I didn’t have any new books to read, and I wasn’t in the mood to re-read any of the ones I’d already read, not even my favorite ones. So I sat down on the couch, and started creating a story in my head.
In my mind's eye the story just evolved, and not wanting to forget it, in case I fell asleep, I decided to write it down on paper. (We didn't have a computer then). So I got up, grabbed a spiral notebook, and began jotting down this story and characters. It started out as a brief outline – but soon I was writing in earnest.
I continued to write, well after dawn broke, and Mike came downstairs to eat breakfast and get ready for work. He stopped and looked at me. He asked me if I'd gotten any sleep the night before, I just shook my head and continued to write. (This was when my oldest son was about two years old).
I continued to write until my son woke up. When he went down for his nap - I took the notebook out and continued to write. At work on my breaks - I would write. When I'd come home from work, instead of reading, I'd continue to work on my story. When Branden was off playing with his friends, I'd work on my book...and each and every time I was interrupted in my writing - so too were the characters in my story interrupted in interesting moments...
As my story grew, so did my characters. The secondary characters in my story began to take on lives of their own in my mind's eye - and the next thing I knew - instead of writing ONE story - I was writing a series of them... That story is Garland Roses
Garland Roses
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Romance/Suspense
Kathy found herself wondering who the sexy, mystery man was, but not for long. All too soon, she discovers that her mysterious stranger is none other than the legendary and famous Joel Garland, Garland Roses’ leader and lead-singer. With a sinking heart, Kathy realizes he is way out of her league, and that once the concert is over, she’d never see him again. But fate is to prove this prediction wrong, for little did she know how important Joel Garland and his friends would soon become to her life and wellbeing, as an unknown menace, who calls himself “The Doctor” stalks and threatens her very life… Joel and Kathy’s romance is the first story, in an eight-book series which follows the lives and loves of the famous Garland Roses rock stars and their family and friends.
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