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Inspiration

The dictionary defines inspires as to influence, or to compel. So, if we extrapolate from there, we can infer that an inspiration is the agent, or catalyst. With is a remarkably convoluted way to say, “My best friend, Jen, is the biggest reason for me continuing to write.”

 

I don’t know how many times I’ve used her as the template for my heroines in my works. Whenever I get around to actually completing my revisions, and actually publish them, you’d see her influence in them all. For the most part, they merely highlight a part of her personality. There is one character, who shares her name, who is almost 100% her. How and why is she my inspiration? Well, that is a twofold question (obviously).

 

How

 

Jen is, for me, the perfect woman. She has intelligence, humor, a rapier wit, and nigh boundless enthusiasm for life. She believes in people. No matter what, she trusts that they will, if given the chance, show how wonderful they are. Has that bitten her in the ass? Of course it has. But you know what? She still believes in them.

She’s one of the best writers I know. Her world building is slow-paced, but her plotting is pretty tight. Where she truly excels, though, is her characters. You can easily imagine them coming off the page and sitting with you to strike up a conversation. I look forward to the day she gets published. Then, I’ll be able to brag that I’m best friends with my favorite author. How many folks can say that?

 

Why

 

In my life, not too many believed in me. I’m my biggest detractor. Jen, however, won’t stand for it. If I bitch and moan about something, she won’t hesitate to call me on it, or to give me the verbal kick in the ass that I need.

At the same time, when she knows that I’m truly down, or upset about something, she’ll remind me, “If you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen. I’m here for you.” Somehow, she always knows whether I need to hear trite, and tired “it’ll be alright” sayings, or if I need humor, sympathy, or “need me to kick someone’s ass.” She’s also full of great ideas for where to take my stories, or how to make them better.

 

Jennifer is my Ideal Reader. the one I write all of my stories for. I know that if I can make her laugh, or cry, or shout with amazement, that I will elicit the same for you.

 

So, thank you, Jen, for all you do for me. I don’t say it enough, I know, but I always – always appreciate you. You are my best friend, and the best person to come into my life so far. You may doubt yourself, but you can count on me always believing in you.

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My Rishka

I’m going to spend a bit of time writing a bit about someone very special to me. Due to me respecting her privacy, I’m not going

to name her real name, just her nickname from me. I call her Rishka. It’s the Elven word for Beloved. Yes, I gave her a made up word

from my novel as a nickname. Is it cheesy? Yeah, so what? Anyway, about my Rishka. This is gonna sound cliché, but she makes me

happier than I’ve ever been. I laugh easier, and harder than I did before. Hell, she’s inspired me to dream again. I didn’t have the

courage to due to earlier events in my life.

My Rishka is a beautiful woman, inside and out. She’s loving, kind, and giving. She has gorgeous red hair, sparkling hazel eyes,

and a quick smile. When we vidchat, and I happen to say something that gets her curiosity piqued, she sits forward, eyes flashing, and

a faint half-smile on her luscious lips. When we were in person, she had this habit of when she was playfully insulting me, or just

joking with me, she’d bump my shoulder with her own. She’s an absolute delight to be around, and communicate with. We’ve talked

about everything under the sun, and laughed at everything else. This lovely young woman often has me tongue-tied, and causes me

to forget what I had planned to say.

Is it all sweetness and light? Of course not. To be exact, we recently had ourselves a bit of a row, and after we ended our

communication, I decided to get shit faced. However, before I did that, I decided to write her an e-mail telling her how I felt. Here’s a

small part of it:

“I promised you some time ago that no matter what happened between you and I, I’ll be there for you until you said you didn’t wish for me to be. I will keep that promise. I want you to know, I will be there when you’re not strong, with love to shelter you. I want you to know you can lean on me when you need to, and when things are darkest, and dreariest for you, all you’ll have to do is call, and I’ll be there. In the end, when they tell the story of my life, I want them to be able to say, ‘He always kept his promises, and he guided the great author Rishka out of her black despair, into a loving relationship with someone who cherished her always.'”

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you she is a writer, too, huh? Sorry about that. I hope to share some of her awesome work with y’all one

day. Yes, my Rishka is very important to me. I wish I were better with my words so that you could see her as I do. It is my goal to

share her with you as our relationship grows. Maybe one day, she’ll actually say it is okay to use her name. In the meantime, I must

write her another letter to make her smile, and to show her how I feel about the awesomeness that is my Rishka, my Beloved.