I’ve been having a rough week, a rough month, really. I’m not one to share personal matters with the public (heck, I barely share them with my friends), but suffice to say, this morning I was having a very nice little pity party. Unable to bring myself to clean the house, or do the myriad of other things on my to-do list, I got back to work on book five of the Xoe Series. Serious work. Twenty-two more pages kind of work.
Now, even though Xoe is 17, and I’m at the ripe age of 28, I realized that we are dealing with some pretty similar feelings currently. Yet, today as I wallowed, feeling bad for myself, Xoe decided to go out and kick some butt instead. She had a run in with Jason that left her with more questions than answers, but is she sitting around and crying about it? Nope. She’s solving a murder. I don’t want to give any spoilers, but Xoe is learning a lot about herself in this book, and I have to admit, she’s inspiring me.
It’s a strange feeling when a character of your own creation has something to teach you, especially when that character is a rather brazen teenager, but I’ll take my lessons as they come. Sometimes pain is the only way for us to learn just how strong we are, and if Xoe can get through it, so can I.