The Writer's View: Angela Myron

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The view inside my writing space

This is a view of my desk.

Note the cushy chair. A Christmas present from a couple years ago, this chair replaced a terribly uncomfortable wooden chair from the 60s. The new chair is already well-worn and sports a tear in the faux leather seat. It would probably work better at keeping my back happy if I didn’t sit on one of my feet as I wrote, which I frequently do.

At my right hand, just above my mouse, is the baby monitor. My writing time is completely dependent on the little people in the next room staying asleep, so you’ll often find me tip-toeing around, keeping all speakers turned off, and cursing the garbage trucks that come for recycling at 1 p.m. on Tuesdays. The twins love those big, noisy blue trucks. They’ll wake from their nap an hour early to see them.

Other items of note here: a cup of coffee (decaf, I never fully went back after nursing babies—caffeine withdrawals are too painful), a printer (this is where all of those lovely submissions to my critique groups, agents, and publishers before the book was published came from), an e-reader (essential for e-book formatting and life with newborn twins), a box of Kleenex (the past few months have been awful on my pollen allergies), and artwork from my cousin & of my favorite TV show, Doctor Who. (I’m excited about the next doctor, are you?)

It’s surprising to me how cluttered the desk looks in this photo, despite my best intentions. Before taking the picture, I’d cleaned up stacks of papers and books that had been clogging my workspace since the twins were born a year and a half ago.

My husband raised an eyebrow as I forewent my usual two-hour writing frenzy to clean my desk on Saturday as the twins napped.

“I’m writing a blog on my inner and outer views, and they want to see where I work,” I explained.

He laughed. “Well, you are a fiction author.”

The view outside my window

This used to by the view from my desk. It was beautiful, and distracting. The view of the pool was infuriating. My childhood dream swimming pool sits in my back yard. Nine months out of twelve it is too cold to swim in. It just sits there, taunting me. The other three months of the year, it sits just beyond my reach. My days are full of twins and writing.

Just before our twins were born, we “optimized” our office so that it could double as a guest room, which meant getting rid of most of the furniture. Bookshelves were relegated to the garage and new shelves were built into the closet. Old desks were sold on Craigslist. And I happily turned my back on this view. In exchange, I got a longer desk, some drawers (gasp), and a nice view of a wall. It helps me focus.

The view is still there, if I turn around.

About the Author:
Like many writers, I have a full life in which I juggle many duties and joys. I love to cook, garden, and play with my twins. As a mother to toddlers, I write whenever I am not helping them navigate their day--which typically means in the early mornings and early afternoons when they sleep, and sometimes when Grandma comes to visit.

I was twenty-two when writing became a passion of mine. I've been doing it in one form or another ever since. But it took me a very long time to follow my heart's desire to tell stories.

For years, I simply journaled. I delved into writing articles for newsletters and grant proposals. I settled into technical writing, often finding myself a one-person writing, editing, design, app development, and publication team. I learned the basics of journalism, and finally, when on maternity leave with my twins, I turned to writing fiction.

I am grateful for every reader I have. Writing can be a solitary pursuit, but it can also be a dialog, a meeting of the minds. I invite you to connect with me:

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Eleven year-old Ennara Gaern has a serious grudge against the dragon on her right hand.

Born with a caul—a mask that foretold magical powers—she was immediately inked with the fiendish, fire-breathing tattoo that forces her to study boring texts, cover her hand continuously, and worst of all, keeps her from visiting the beautiful capital city, Dordonne. But her quiet life changes when one night she is attacked by a shadowy demon.

Tork, an old friend and wizard, is enlisted to help. But when he arrives, he informs Ennara’s parents that she is her world’s only hope of finding the legendary Sword of Gisilfrid, which is needed to destroy the curse that is creating the demons. Ennara doesn’t want to leave on the dangerous quest, but when she learns the curse threatens her world, she reluctantly agrees.

Ennara and the wizard begin a perilous journey to the Sunken City, pitting them against dangerous oceans and pirates intent on claiming Ennara’s magic as their own. With only her friends at her side, including the intelligent, aquatic cat Smoos, Ennara must defeat monsters guarding the sword and servants of the Fallen Druid. When her world is covered in darkness, will she know how to dispel the curse?


Thank you for hosting
Angela Myron said…
Thanks very much for hosting me & Ennara and the Fallen Druid today, Judy!