About the book:
After finding a misplaced diary at her local thrift store, Rigby Thomas pays twenty-five cents for another girl’s secrets. Reading the diary is wrong, but there is something about “ME’s” life that lures Rigby into the pages. Pages holding anguish, bitter regrets, and life-altering consequences for anyone brave enough to read the truth. “Sometimes, in order to have a future, a girl must walk through fire… and sometimes, if that girl is lucky, she rises again.” –ME
The Purpose of Me, a young adult novel by Molly Shaffer, is a powerful and compelling story of abuse and its effects on the human spirit. She skillfully weaves together the stories of the mysterious ME and Rigby Thomas in a way that sometimes makes the reader forget whose story is whose – and for good reason. I am definitely not a young adult, but I thoroughly enjoyed this book and look forward to more offerings from Mrs. Shaffer.
About the author:
Molly Shaffer adores the strange and unusual and obsesses over authentic stories where reality and rawness converge. She writes true-to-voice young adult novels, humorous sci-fi middle grade fiction, and whimsical picture books. Molly blogs at http://www.mollyshaffer.com and is represented by the fabulous Jessica Schmeidler at Golden Wheat Literary Agency.
You can follow her on Facebook: @authormollyshaffer or on Twitter: @mollyshafferWIP
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Published in the Rains County Leader On August 9, 2016:
I mentioned last November that I was participating in National Novel Writing Month, an annual event during which writers around the world commit to write 50,000 words in thirty days. At the time, I had been working on a project for a while but had only managed to write a little over 6,000 words. I am a voracious reader of mystery novels, but with the exception of three short stories, one of which was written when I was sixteen years old, I had never written anything but non-fiction. I was intimidated by the process, but I decided to use the motivation and peer pressure of what writers call NaNoWriMo to focus my keyboard time on my first novel. (more…)
I’ve mentioned that I’m branching out beyond my non-fiction comfort zone and working on a fiction piece. The thought process of creating settings, characters, and plots is completely different than finding creative ways to describe people and places that really exist and tell stories that really happened. It has been a mind-expanding experience in a lot of ways–but what I find most fascinating is sitting down at the keyboard and thinking, I wonder what is going to happen next.”
Think. Create. Write.
Writing memoir requires lots of rummaging around in the attic of your mind. Digging up old memories can be entertaining as you find the picture of yourself in cat’s eye glasses and teased hair and wonder, “What was I thinking!” It can be painful when you come across reminders of times in your life you would rather forget. It can also be very frustrating when you’re reaching for that pivotal moment you want to include in your narrative, but the memory is so faded and covered with dust that you just can’t quite make out the details.
Even though I write creative non-fiction, I’ve never considered myself to be a very creative person. I usually want a recipe, pattern, or diagram before I begin something new, and although I’ve become much more daring in my later years, I still fear failure and rejection enough to make me cautious. Recently, however, I stepped out of my comfort zone and signed up for a spec fiction short story workshop.
Until now, I never thought I had enough imagination (or courage) to be a fiction writer, especially one who writes about a future time that I can’t research on Google. However, as workshop coaches have moved through the step-by-step process of creating characters, setting, tension, and crisis, I’ve discovered a corner of my mind that has remained mostly unexplored until now, that the section where my imagination lives. So far I’ve made lots of notes and written bits and pieces to complete homework assignments, but if I keep rummaging, maybe I’ll pull something out of myself that I didn’t know existed.
A LONG AND WINDING ROAD: A Caregiver’s Tale of Life, Love, and Chaos
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I have all sorts of excuses for not posting a blog on Monday and for not posting one earlier today. Some are interesting and some are not, but the real reason is a little embarrassing. One of my fellow AKA Literary authors mentioned a writing contest, and I decided to give it a shot. It was fiction only, so I took a deep breath and wrote my first work of fiction since I was a sophomore in high school. After tweaking it to my satisfaction, I went to the contest site to check out the submission procedures. The first thing I saw was “OPEN ONLY TO LEGAL RESIDENTS OF PENNSYLVANIA WHO ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD AS OF THE DATE OF ENTRY.” Well, duh! The name of the contest is “The 2013 Central PA Magazine Writing Contest.” So, I have a story that’s all dressed up with no place to go. I know it’s not my usual genre, but give it a read and let me know what you think.
New Beginnings | by Linda Brendle
I was sitting in the waiting room of the dentist’s office the day it began – a typical waiting room with nondescript furniture, bland wall prints, the faint smell of lemon-scented cleaning products and antiseptic, the distant sound of a drill. I was looking at a magazine article titled “New Year, New Beginnings” – looking but not reading. I was in the season of endings. My marriage ended after twenty years, and a couple of ill-advised relationships ended much more quickly. My career ended in a corporate downsizing, and my stint as a caregiver ended with the death of my mother, taking half my retirement savings with it. The rest of my plans for a semi-luxurious retirement ended when the stock market and the housing market crashed at about the same time. All my new beginnings had faded, and I’d resolved to make do with what was left. (more…)