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Be Dazzling!

You are a gift. Each and every one of you is a gift.Champagne

You come in all shapes and sizes, so I encourage you to wrap yourself in whatever makes you…YOU!

Want to wear a gown grocery shopping? Let the chiffon flow!

Do brilliant sparkles make you smile? Then, please, layer on the bling and smile!

Allow your ensemble to represent who you are, no matter how colorful, formfitting, or eccentric. If it makes you feel good, WEAR IT!

Do not be discouraged by the judgment of others. When you slip into that leather skirt, know that you’re doing it for you, not for the attention of a guy.

If you hate heels, but wear them because he likes them… throw them away! Slide into your beloved flats.

Are you proud of your legs, but fear being labeled a “slut” in that short skirt? Shamers be damned! Flaunt those legs!

We are fabulous human beings. We are not here to be judged, shamed or ridiculed for how we choose to wrap our bodies. Don’t allow fear to hide who you are. Look in the mirror and LOVE who you see looking back.

Respect yourself. Allow the world to see who you truly are. Proudly wear your heart on the outside. Drape yourself in whatever makes you shine! Because beneath all of the sparkles and bows, there’s YOU. The true Gift.

Who you choose to share with the world is on the inside. It is this gift that I love and admire. So…

I am a Writer…

“How’s the Writing Going?”

If I say that I’m writing, will it make it true? If I tell you the words are finding me, will it convince them to flow? If I want it enough, will it happen? I’ve wanted to believe that by saying it, I was inviting creativity back into my life. But it was only a lie I wanted to be true.

I am a writer, searching for creativity.

“How’s the Writing Going?”

I’ve been writing the same four chapters for over a year. I’ve rewritten the same four chapters again and again, hoping to spark the story from which they were created. I listen… but the voices only speak to me in sporadic bursts – fading before I can capture them.

I stare at my screen, waiting for the words. I stare at the walls. I stare out the window. Hours go by. My house is clean. My laundry is folded. My screen remains blank. My head remains quiet.

I am a writer, without words.

“How’s the Writing Going?”

They become the words I dread most, instantly flooding me with shame. I cringe when my agent’s number appears on my phone, wishing I could tell her I have something… but I can’t. I watch my friends publish book after book. I praise their accomplishments – I am truly so proud of them. But I’m equally ashamed of my lack of contribution. Each time I attend a signing, I am humbled and grateful for every reader who waits in line to meet me. But then I want to apologize to each of them for only having the same four books without anything new released. The shame burrows deep, and I sink into its hole.

I am a writer, who is not writing.

“How’s the Writing Going?”

The question is now a blow to my gut, laden with guilt. Writing is my career. I chose to devote my life to it. I was so confident in my ability, I left everything else behind to pursue it. I once worked sixty to eighty hours a week, and now I can’t write a single page. I avoid my agent, my editor, my friends, my financial planner, not wanting to answer that ten-thousand-pound question. I am a fraud.

I am a writer, who cannot write.

“How’s the Writing Going?”

“It’s not!” I want to scream. “I’m not writing!”

Fear coils in my gut, cold and heavy. What if I can never write again? Have I written all that I’m meant to write? How will I pay my bills? Should I pursue another career? What’s wrong with me?

Wait. Say that again…

“What’s wrong with me?”

That’s when I know… Something is wrong. I can feel it in my vacant stare. Within the fog in my brain. I am lost. Disconnected. I am not myself.

With help from my doctor, I’ve spent the past year searching for me. The body is a delicate vessel, and if one thing is off-balance, it can affect everything. I have been off-balance, in need of fine tuning, like dialing in a radio station.

Static. Static. I can hear a voice. Lost it. Static. There! That’s it! Music!

I am a writer, who will write.

“How’s the writing going?”

It’s coming…

The voices speak louder each day. My confidence is re-emerging, comforting the fear with a hug, whispering “Everything’s going to be okay.” The shame and guilt have lessened, but insist on hovering. Soon, they too will be silenced because I don’t know how to give up. I am meant for this life, to share my words… to create.

I vow to never release a story just to ease the guilt. I will only share my words when they’re worthy of being read. I will live my truth and remain honest with who I am. And despite being lost in the haze of imbalance, I know exactly who that is.

I AM A WRITER.

I’ve Been Waiting for You!

I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions. They always seemed like work to me. And that’s not very much fun. Instead, I recognize something I learned from the previous year and allow it to influence the upcoming year. And in 2015… I learned a lot.

This past year was one of the most challenging years I’ve personally experienced in a long time. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It was an enlightening year, allowing me to see my life and the world around me in a way I never have before. I gained insight on who I am as a person and an artist. And it introduced new experiences and connected me with people who have changed me in so many ways. It also has provided me with that much more knowledge to bring with me into 2016.

And that is why I am calling this the year of Beginning Again. There are many years preceding it, but this one is brand new. And only I get to decide how it will begin. I am excited by all of the possibilities… because they all exist. Every single possibility. Now all I have to do is to decide upon which one to make happen first.

A maybe it will begin with…

I am writing…

What am I writing?

Jonathan Reese’s tragic story. Jonathan is the most complex and controversial character to emerge from The Breathing Series. He evoked such extreme emotion from every reader, I decided his story needed to be told. His life is just as heartbreaking as Emma’s and the violence even more severe. Just because the series will be written from Jonathan’s point of view does not mean I’m going to attempt to persuade you to like him. I promise to be true to his character, revealing all of what makes him who he is – the man readers love, hate, or hate to love.

There is so much more to Jonathan than his All-American stunning looks and confidence. He has suffered immeasurable pain throughout his life, leaving him a deep-rooted anger he cannot relinquish. The rage that possesses him has destroyed so many lives. In attempt to save himself, he is forced to relive his abuse and atone for the devastation he’s left in his wake. This includes confronting the girl who tore out his heart.

It’s not easy being inside Jonathan’s head. His life is more complicated than I anticipated. And he reveals some very disturbing moments in his life. His story will be powerful. I know I won’t be the same once I’m done capturing it. This story is intricate and it’s revealing itself to me slowly, so I will need time to assure I portray his life accurately. It is very important I get it right.

Is Jonathan maniacally twisted, or misunderstood? Does he deserve redemption, or is he beyond salvation? I don’t know. This time, I’m writing unaware of how The Burning Series will end.

Be patient. It’s coming.

“We Can Be Heroes…”

You, as a reader and blogger, have a super power. Your love and passion of the written word are your strength. Your excitement to share it is your influence. And just like that, you have forced the publishing industry to evolve!

Look at what you’ve done for the Indie author. You’ve taken a chance on authors who opted to make themselves vulnerable, and put themselves at your mercy. Authors who chose to let YOU, not a publisher, decide if they’re worthy of being read. Continue reading…

The Evolution of an Indie Author

Two years ago today, I clicked on a button that changed my life.

Publish

I became an Indie Author with that single click.

I watched the world react to Emma’s story. I heard every single cry of anguish. I read every single word questioning why I would end a book that way. I received every single email thanking me for exposing you to a story that made you feel. Continue reading…

The Rebecca Donovan Experience

I will be traveling like crazy for the rest of the year. Why? To see you!! I’m trying my best to make an appearance in every region of the country. If there wasn’t already a book signing organized, I made one up! I’ll be roaming the country with my friends, who also happen to be talented authors. Lucky me… and you!

I’m even making Canadian and UK appearances.

I want to meet you. To see your smiling faces. To hear how much I’ve put you through.

Here is the current list of where I’ll be for the year (and there may be more added later): Continue reading…

You Should Be Smiling!!

July 2nd
That’s the day Out of Breath will be on your Kindles or in your hands!

What’s even better, you can Pre-Order it now!!

In the meantime, I need to finish editing it… select the new cover… and then edit it some more. It’s so close to being perfect.

There’s a lot to be done before July 2nd, but instead of drowning in the anxiety of that list, I AM SMILING! And you should be too! Continue reading…

This Is It! Ready? Set. GO!!

Did you know who I was at this time last year? Most of you will say, “No.” That answer alone will tell you how much 2012 has meant to me. Because now you’re a part of my world, and I am so grateful you found me!

Do you know who else I am grateful to have found me? Colleen Hoover. She sent me an email this past summer and basically said, “We should be friends.” And guess what? We Are! And because of that email, I have been introduced to many more authors I adore and respect, who have now also become my friends. So, thank you, Colleen. You made my 2012 that much better! Continue reading…

Make a Wish!

Out of Breath is now in the hands of my editor at Amazon Publishing. After months of writing, it truly came down to the last two weeks.

I created a writing schedule. And… I didn’t follow it. I couldn’t do it. I cannot write on demand. I cannot produce based on a deadline. But I can write fueled by Dew and the natural adrenaline of panic. I locked myself away in a beach house in California (no, I didn’t suffer) for a week, and wrote. Slept a couple of hours, drank some Dew, and wrote some more. Continue reading…

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