By Jan Marie
Being writers we write, write, and write that is our goal. Sometimes though we are so wrapped up in writing that we sometimes forget to read. For a writer reading is just as important as writing in itself. We can learn and better our craft by just reading our favorite book.
Authors are my teachers. Forget some stuffy professor in a classroom. I learned what I know from other authors. Yes I read for entertainment, but I am also learning by studying the authors rhythm and the style of how they write. Everyone has one.
In fact I have learned the art of descriptive narrative from of Stephanie Meyers. No I did not meet her personally I just read her books. I have also learned how to write better dialogue by reading Sherrilyn Kenyon. I learned poetic writing from reading Anne Rice. I even improved my grammar by reading Stephen King! All I did was study each sentence he wrote.
With our words you can be moved to fear or moved to tears. Ask yourself how did your favorite author do that? I DO NOT mean copying the author though. Sadly many fall prey to this, doing it without even knowing it. Don’t try and write LIKE them. Instead see how they write, and take away with a better way to improve your own.
I stood at the pools edge taking in a deep breath. I slipped my robe off as it crumpled to my feet. I stepped into the pool wadding toward the falls. I let the showering waters consume me, cleanse me. I then unleashed my wings letting the cleansing waters clean them too. Like wanting to erase a bad memory that I seemed to of forgotten.
“What are you doing?”
I looked behind me to see Pio standing there with my robe. “I needed to bathe,” I said innocently. “You are mad?” I closed my wings up back into my body. He didn’t say anything as he walked towards me, stepping into the water while still fully clothed. He reached me, wrapping his arms around me as he put my robe on.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispered in my ear. My poor Pio; I ached to comfort him. I felt his worry, his fear. I turned to face him, reaching up to caress his face lightly with my fingertips as I had seen human women do to the ones they loved. I wanted to know what it would be like to kiss…to kiss him. I rose up on my toes as I pressed my lips against his. The taste of him was exquisite as I felt him respond parting my lips deepening our kiss, crushing me against him. He then scooped me up in his arms as he carried me into the hidden alcoves behind the water falls. So our love affair began.
Jan Marie is an establish online article writer. Mostly self trained with only attending one Rock Valley College writing course she first broke into the comic book writing scene where she worked with new independent companies as head script writer. She then moved into freelance writing having been published by various online publishers and also was featured in FATE magazine. She also hosts her own Review business blog site Authors and Angels where she host reviews and interviews of fellow indie authors. She now has written her first fantasy romance novella “Angelic Confessions.”