Ginger Scott's Blog - Posts Tagged "writing"
The Importance of Being Strong Women
Truth is, it took me years to write "Waiting on the Sidelines." And I think maybe that was for the best -- I wasn't ready.
I knew I could tell a story. I've told lots of them -- all non-fiction. Through my journalism career, I have been honored to tell the stories of others, sometimes during their darkest hour. I have been their funnel to share their emotions, strength, their passions, their fears, their hopes with the world. But there was always that certain something deep down telling me I had more.
I had the guts, if you will, of "Waiting on the Sidelines" written for a long time. I knew what the crux of the story would be. I could write a great love story, full of passion and romance. But as I matured, and as I watched my friends' daughters endure the difficulties that come along with being a girl growing up, I started to uncover the purpose and the power my story could hold.
Girls can be cruel to one another. So very many of us are. And it's not something that stops when we're 18, when we're 22, when we're 40. We all too often tear each other down. I don't know how we learn it (I suppose it's a trait we pass down, though often non-admittedly). But the damage we do to one another is unforgivable.
I have a few teenaged girls in my life that I consider dear friends, God daughters and family. And I've watched them love the boy that would break their hearts and be bullied by the girl who would get the boy. And that's when it hit me -- this...THIS was what my story needed to center on.
To say I am proud of "Waiting on the Sidelines" would be a profound understatement. Yes, writing books is my dream. And yes, I've taken that step now (and intend to continue, full steam ahead). But more than anything else, I hope this book gets read. Because I think it's something us women (our daughters and the teenaged girls we still are or remember being) need to read. And I think we need to talk about it. And then I think we need to start respecting each other just a little more. We're sisters, and together we are mighty.
I knew I could tell a story. I've told lots of them -- all non-fiction. Through my journalism career, I have been honored to tell the stories of others, sometimes during their darkest hour. I have been their funnel to share their emotions, strength, their passions, their fears, their hopes with the world. But there was always that certain something deep down telling me I had more.
I had the guts, if you will, of "Waiting on the Sidelines" written for a long time. I knew what the crux of the story would be. I could write a great love story, full of passion and romance. But as I matured, and as I watched my friends' daughters endure the difficulties that come along with being a girl growing up, I started to uncover the purpose and the power my story could hold.
Girls can be cruel to one another. So very many of us are. And it's not something that stops when we're 18, when we're 22, when we're 40. We all too often tear each other down. I don't know how we learn it (I suppose it's a trait we pass down, though often non-admittedly). But the damage we do to one another is unforgivable.
I have a few teenaged girls in my life that I consider dear friends, God daughters and family. And I've watched them love the boy that would break their hearts and be bullied by the girl who would get the boy. And that's when it hit me -- this...THIS was what my story needed to center on.
To say I am proud of "Waiting on the Sidelines" would be a profound understatement. Yes, writing books is my dream. And yes, I've taken that step now (and intend to continue, full steam ahead). But more than anything else, I hope this book gets read. Because I think it's something us women (our daughters and the teenaged girls we still are or remember being) need to read. And I think we need to talk about it. And then I think we need to start respecting each other just a little more. We're sisters, and together we are mighty.
So I'm Writing Again...
So, I'm writing again. Well, not right now, exactly. Right now I'm blogging and watching baseball, cursing over the fact that my Diamondbacks traded Stephen Drew to the Boston Red Sox (he's tearing it up at Shortstop, by the way).
But in a few more innings, I'll be back with the iPod and MacBook, writing again. And it feels sooooo good. I'm falling in love with a new set of characters. I can't say much yet, but I will share that my male came to me early, somewhere near the end of writing Waiting on the Sidelines. I can tell you that he's pensive, worthy and sexy as hell. He also has a lot of crap to work through (I mean, it's romance...you have to have conflict and tension--and I LOVE really good tension). But he's also got one of those melt-you-on-the-spot, feel-it-in-your-knees, warm and chewy centers. I happen to love those, too.
I can't wait to share more with you all...and I promise to as I get a little deeper in the process. But for now, I want to give a little shout out to all the good guys out there. I feel lucky because I happen to be married to one. And I happen to be the daughter of one. And the sister of one. Real men who do right by their women and who put their families first and themselves dead last.
Maybe its my upcoming anniversary. Maybe it's the new book I'm working on. Maybe it's the high school football I've been taking in reminding me of my love for my first born character, Reed Johnson. But I'm just feeling a little appreciative tonight for all the good guys out there. Don't get me wrong, I like it when they're bad on the outside. But the inside stuff--man, that's where it counts.
OK, enough of that mushy stuff. I'll be in touch--I've got six more outs to get through so I can get back to writing about Mr. C. ;-)
Go Red Sox!
But in a few more innings, I'll be back with the iPod and MacBook, writing again. And it feels sooooo good. I'm falling in love with a new set of characters. I can't say much yet, but I will share that my male came to me early, somewhere near the end of writing Waiting on the Sidelines. I can tell you that he's pensive, worthy and sexy as hell. He also has a lot of crap to work through (I mean, it's romance...you have to have conflict and tension--and I LOVE really good tension). But he's also got one of those melt-you-on-the-spot, feel-it-in-your-knees, warm and chewy centers. I happen to love those, too.
I can't wait to share more with you all...and I promise to as I get a little deeper in the process. But for now, I want to give a little shout out to all the good guys out there. I feel lucky because I happen to be married to one. And I happen to be the daughter of one. And the sister of one. Real men who do right by their women and who put their families first and themselves dead last.
Maybe its my upcoming anniversary. Maybe it's the new book I'm working on. Maybe it's the high school football I've been taking in reminding me of my love for my first born character, Reed Johnson. But I'm just feeling a little appreciative tonight for all the good guys out there. Don't get me wrong, I like it when they're bad on the outside. But the inside stuff--man, that's where it counts.
OK, enough of that mushy stuff. I'll be in touch--I've got six more outs to get through so I can get back to writing about Mr. C. ;-)
Go Red Sox!
