This blog was hard to get out, so it took a long time to write it. Not because ‘the plan’ is some big secret, but because there are some parts of my life are very painful… still.
My Bio is very general, so it isn’t common knowledge that I am one of three siblings. I have an older sister and a younger brother. I had a younger brother.
To say he was my best friend, was an understatement. He was like me, but my brother, and a boy.
We had the same sense of humor, the same sense of fun, and we talked to earth over honestly. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t tell him. I don’t want to make it sound like we always got along, we didn’t, but then again we weren’t afraid to call each other on our shit.
My brother made me okay to be me.
Just so you understand how awesome he was, the picture on the left is of him as an EOUS. (Ewok of unusual size) He made the costume himself. The one on the right is of him at the gaming table goofing off, with me.
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EOUS
I’m Robin Hood
I hope you understand how much I love my brother. Because I hope you understand how much it hurt when he died.
I can’t go into details, except to say when someone you love that much dies, it doesn’t really get better with time. It’s more like losing a limb, you just get used to it.
I’m talking about this because this affects ‘the plan,’ and how I became a self-published author.
I think I’m like most writers, I wanted to write my whole life. I just didn’t have the courage to do it. Even when I started talking about getting published obsessively, part of me was like ‘yeah pipe dream.’ I think my brother knew, of course he knew, because he knew me. His last days, he made me promise, through tears… that I would publish my book.
And so I did.
Hurriedly, with tons of errors… and in two books.
I was in such a hurry to fulfill my promise, because… I don’t even know why, I didn’t tell my story the way I wanted to.
But, I’ve grown as a writer and vastly improved. And, even though it’s unheard of, I plan on updating the two books and publishing them as they were meant to be, as One book. That IS the story I wanted to publish.
And, I know its the story my brother wants me to publish. I can almost hear his lecture about mistakes, the lessons learned from them, and how the road to the castle has cracks… and all.
So that’s the plan.
Soon I will do a re-launch on the book, I have a lot of fun stuff planned. After that, look forward to Priestess, it will be a whole new series, but I’m already proud of this book, and it hasn’t even gone into editing.
Truthfully, I have zero confidence in my ability as a writer. I love to tell stories that’s all.
I’ve written three books, one is about to be published the way it should be, the second in that series is waiting for editing, the first in a new series is waiting for cover art and editing. I have journal synopsis for two more.
I hope that I do more than fulfill the promise I made to my brother because I now know it wasn’t about finding the courage to publish, it was about finding the courage to follow my dream.
Who am I? I’m Tiffany Easterling, author. And, chaser of dreams. (No I didn’t cry while writing this, my eyes just spontaneously leak)
The Plan This blog was hard to get out, so it took a long time to write it. Not because 'the plan' is some big secret, but because there are some parts of my life are very painful...
