My paranormal romance, Andromeda, released last week and is
currently up for sale. While looking over excerpts for this story, I realized
that it was fitting some situations close to my heart. I even realized that
this theme is also in my paranormal series, Savage.
The theme is on being someone else.
We’ve all had to face how the world wants to see us and the
contrast of how we want to be seen. This goes for every social group and all
sexual orientations, because we all fight to be the person that we truly
understand to be breathing under our skins.
Andromeda has to live as a human as a 400 year old psychic
vampire. Most would understand why as that kind of thing just isn’t normal in
our society. That’s also what makes her such a rich character. She knows who
she is but has to pretend to be someone else in order to have any kind of
normal life.
In my life, I’ve battled with this same scenario. I’m feisty,
sarcastic, and passionate. I don’t fit into the “corporate world” and seek jobs
that are outside of that click. I know it wouldn’t work, so why bother, right? This
acceptance of my line in the sand is an accomplishment as I did fight my nature
for many years. Who doesn’t?
Yet again, as an older woman, I’m faced with society rules.
I’m not happy about it, in the least. I realize that as a person, there is
always room for improvement. I will forever consider myself to be Under
Construction. I have a long list of my flaws and don’t need my nose rubbed into
every single one of them.
That being said, I’m in a mental battle with myself. I see a
few things that have scarred me, thus needing to be corrected. I can accept and
own these. The problem is that I have no idea where I stand in this world. I am
what I am, and for good reason. I write and sew as a way of purging the
creative gene that builds within me. I find joy in this. But what about the
other facets of my life? No one should have to hide their soul from the world.
To do this is to lie to yourself.
My career choices have been against my inner person, in a
few specific ways. Where do I draw the line and where can I plant myself in
order to grow as a fully rounded individual? I feel as if I’m my characters,
Andromeda and Constance, as I hide parts of myself as to avoid harsh criticism.
Snippet from Animal Management, book 1 of my Savage Series:
The sea of red and black
wavy glass embraced the moods from the white sign waving protestors and the
bullied customers lining up at the entrance. I turned to see every member of the crew standing behind me in awe of
the spectacle outside. I smelled fear on someone as they debated whether we
should go ahead and unlock the door. I wasn’t afraid. One day I’d die, but it
wouldn’t be tonight, especially for a hybrid like me.
****
Well, it was time to
open up. Let’s get this circus started. I took the position of hostess, as I
let regulars and new comers into the bar. I was glad to see the regulars were
back. The cook had told me that some of them didn’t want to be bothered by
normal people while at the bar. They came here to be themselves and to get away
from the pressure of appearances out there. Some of them were even closet
freaks whose employers were unaware of their lifestyles. Now the laws said that
we couldn’t discriminate against humans and had to now welcome them into our
paranormal world. Our sanctuary was no more and we were open to a frenzy of
non-believers. That was why the protesters were outside of our very doors.
So here’s my choice, be someone else for the world or hug
myself closely as I look for where I belong.
What would you do?
)))Corset Hug(((
Ginny Lynn
Wench Writer
