Monday, February 8, 2016

Re-visioning An Old Series

     As a writer I have always loved the moment when a new idea strikes me and begins to bloom in my creative soul. Telling a new story is always such an exciting journey. There are frustrations along the way, of course, but exhilaration always follows the headaches when I see a way to resolve whatever problem seems insurmountable.

     I never ever wanted to self-publish because I knew that if I did so, I wouldn’t have nearly enough time to write. That has certainly proved to be true. But rereading and reworking old stories has been an enjoyable and enriching process.  Because every story is a part of who I am at the moment I wrote it, revisiting these stories has been a trip back in time. I can’t help remembering the event in my life that inspired a plot twist or a character trait and I find it enlightening to reflect on those events and what they meant to me then from a more mature perspective.

     Also—I feel a responsibility to bring my story children alive for all those e-readers who missed these books when they were originally published. 

Texas: Children of Destiny series
     I once received a fan letter begging me to republish my Children of Destiny series (now Texas: Children of Destiny). Many of her friends had signed this letter at the bottom. I was moved, but powerless at that time to get these stories republished.  Now I get to do this in the hopes that these characters will go out into the world and make new friends for me.

     I had to write PASSION’S CHILD (the first book) over three times before my editor was satisfied, and when I sent it to New York for the final time, I’m afraid I had few negative feelings about it. Later after it was published, I received a fan letter from a woman who was at MD Anderson Hospital in Houston sitting beside her younger brother, who was dying of cancer. She said that the only moments of joy she’d had during this ordeal was reading about Triple, the heroine’s son in my book. She said Triple’s antics made her laugh. I burst into tears and was so grateful to her for writing that to me since the book had literally drained me emotionally. She made me feel that the effort it took me was worth all the headaches if my character comforted another human being in such terrible distress.

Destiny's Child by Ann Major
     She made me think of all the times I have turned to stories during times of heartbreak when I needed a friend’s shoulder to cry on—but it was the middle of the night and I didn’t want to bother a friend, who’d already suffered enough tears from me.

     Even if I can’t work on new projects as much as I want to right now, it has been an unexpected thrill to breath new life into my older stories.

     Also—I feel a responsibility to bring my story children alive for all e-readers who missed these books when they were originally published.

     I once received a fan letter begging me to republish my Children of Destiny series (now Texas: Children of Destiny). Many of her friends had signed this letter at the bottom. I was moved, but powerless at that time to get these stories republished.  Now I get to do this in the hopes that these characters will go out into the world and make new friends for me.

Passion's Child by Ann Major
     I had to write PASSION’S CHILD (the first book) over three times before my editor was satisfied, and when I sent it to New York for the final time, I’m afraid I had few negative feelings about it. Later after it was published, I received a fan letter from a woman who was at MD Anderson Hospital in Houston sitting beside her younger brother, who was dying of cancer. She said that the only moments of joy she’d had during this ordeal was reading about Triple, the heroine’s son in my book. She said Triple’s antics made her laugh. I burst into tears and was so grateful to her for writing that to me since the book had literally drained me emotionally. She made me feel that the effort it took me was worth all the headaches if my character comforted another human being in such terrible distress.

     She made me think of all the times I have turned to stories during times of heartbreak when I needed a friend’s shoulder to cry on—but it was the middle of the night and I didn’t want to bother a friend, who’d already suffered enough tears from me.

     Even if I can’t work on new projects as much as I want to right now, it has been an unexpected thrill to breath new life into my older stories.