Working through the Pain
There are times when writing seems impossible. It’s not because you don’t have the ideas or the time, but because life decides to slap you upside the head a few hundred times and watch as you quiver on the floor, wondering if the pain will ever end. You feel trampled on, like the entire world is out to get you. You wonder how you could ever sit down again and put words to the page when the next disaster is inevitably around the corner, ready to knock you flat on your back once more.
It’s easy to tell someone to suck it up and deal with it. It’s also easy to give in and let the doubt monsters and the immense weight of the world keep you from doing what you really want to be, and probably should be, doing.
I’ve had a pretty rough stretch over the last few months. There have been family health issues, vehicular problems, and damage from storms and trees. You name it, I’ve probably dealt with it—or at least that’s how it feels. It seemed like every time I turned around, something bad was happening. It got to the point where I pretty much vanished from the world because I couldn’t bring myself to face other people, even online.
But I still forced myself to work.
I think that’s the key to getting through the pain. Things could have been far worse for me if I’d simply given up and hidden away in my room until the proverbial storm had passed. Instead, I sucked it up, planted my butt in the chair, and did what I could.
And you know what? It helped. I was able to forget, or at least suppress, all the pain and misery I was feeling. I was able to focus on something I enjoyed, something that kept me busy. It was a distraction. It kept me sane.
Is getting back to work right for everyone? Probably not. And it wasn’t always easy for me. There were some days I didn’t want to do anything, yet I at least gave it a try. I think that doing something you love in the worst of times can help you work through the pain. It’s like a therapy you can administer to yourself. It shows you that even when the world appears to be against you, you can still fight through it and find some semblance of joy.
I found my peace by getting back to work, back to the writing I love. When things fall apart around you, what will you find to put things right again?
Even a vampire has to face her inner demons…
Kat Redding is the very thing she hunts: a vampire, thirsting for blood, capable of killing any creature unlucky enough to get in her path. The difference is, Kat kills her own kind in order to protect human Purebloods. She’s good at what she does. Good enough to earn the nickname Lady Death—and the enmity of every bloodthirsty being around. But now a vampire Count is intent on merging his House with a werewolf cult to create a force of terrifying power.
Kat can’t allow that to happen. Even if it means taking on a den of weres and a vampire more ruthless than any she’s encountered before. She has the weapons, the skill, and a few allies. But that may not be enough to eliminate the Count before her own dark nature rises to the surface—and costs her whatever is left of her humanity…
In the darkness, it’s easy to lose your way…
Kat Redding is a vampire with a job to do—wiping out the vamps and werewolves who prey on Pureblood humans. Someone has to do it…as long as that someone is her. But suddenly Kat, also known as Lady Death, has competition, and it’s causing problems. Vampire houses and werewolf clans alike are blaming her for a spate of gruesome murders, and Kat needs to figure out who’s really responsible before she becomes the next target…
On the hunt, she forms an uneasy alliance with both the Luna Cult and a powerful rogue werewolf. But the truths Kat’s uncovering—about her enemies and her few remaining confidantes—are far from comforting. And when the chance comes to leave her life of vengeance behind, Kat must decide whether her real motive lies in protecting the innocent, or sating her own fierce hungers…
E.S. Moore was born and raised in Ohio where he still lives with his wife and son. When he’s not writing, he can be found at www.esmoore.net and on Twitter.