Hello. I know most of you who are reading this now were sent here through my social media accounts, but I'd still like to send out a heartfelt THANK YOU for taking the time to read Lucid. If it weren't for the fact I can actually see it in the Blogger status, I'd think nobody was reading this, but in just a couple of weeks this blog has received close to a thousand visits! That's huge!
So, I hope you've enjoyed act one and are ready for what's to come. Before I get back to the revision/posting process, I'd like to tell you a little bit about myself and how this story came to be.
My name is Cynthia Davila, age somewhat irrelevant since I don't look, act or feel my age. I'm from the arid land of Hermosillo, Mexico. I've been a fan of stories since I was a small child, and I still remember the thrill of reading my first book at age 6 (it was The Little Prince). Since then, I've read quite a bit although I'm not going to say I've read as much as I'd like or need to. But I did know from a young age I'd like to tell stories someday.
Well, someday has taken quite a while to arrive, let me tell you! Although I did major in Literary studies, my real livelihood came from my ease of command on the English language. I *was* in a prestigious secondary school like Leila, but my own experience was nowhere near as dramatic as hers. I was just shy, unassuming and painfully self-conscious. I went through so much in my mind, that I made myself promise I'd never forget the feeling of being that age and believing that nobody really got where you were coming from. Whenever something annoyed me, aggravated me, or generally grated on my psyche, I deliberately told myself, "Remember this, don't you dare forget what this felt like, because someday someone is gonna need you to be the person you never had".
Lucid was written last year and is currently in the throes of revision. What you read here is sometimes just a polished version of my draft, and sometimes an entirely fresh chapter, since the original manuscript was a linear, chronological narrative, but it seemed to lack a hook. I hope it's got you hooked now!
This story stems from a need to showcase an underrepresented slice of teenage society, and to convey the desperately needed message: It gets better. It gets better and you don't need to sacrifice your true self for the sake of fitting in. So many wonderfully vibrant personalities, with intricate facets and shining ideals are ironed and molded into compliance with a repetitive, safe and unified standard of being... It shouldn't have to be that way, but we go through adolescence believing it's all we can do to keep our sanity and make it out alive. I refuse to believe that, and if there's anything I can do to plant hope in a young soul, then this endeavor will have been a success.
I teach. I didn't choose this profession, but I believe it chose me. I have tried to the best of my abilities to be that person to my students. I prefer the preteen and teen demographic because I feel I can help them the most. Now, I believe it's time for this message to reach farther and wider. How far and wide will depend on the set of oportunities which unfold before me. I've tried several agents, and all have replied kindly and encouraged me to keep trying to find a good fit. In the meantime, I'll keep blogging it with the certainty that it will find its audience. You can help by sharing this blog and sharing your thoughts. I know my grammar and narrative are not perfect, far from it, but I'm pretty thick skinned, I can take what you dish, as long as it's fair.
Thank you again for being a part of this dream. I hope one day you can say "I read it all the way back when".
Warmest regards,
Cynthia D.
So, I hope you've enjoyed act one and are ready for what's to come. Before I get back to the revision/posting process, I'd like to tell you a little bit about myself and how this story came to be.
My name is Cynthia Davila, age somewhat irrelevant since I don't look, act or feel my age. I'm from the arid land of Hermosillo, Mexico. I've been a fan of stories since I was a small child, and I still remember the thrill of reading my first book at age 6 (it was The Little Prince). Since then, I've read quite a bit although I'm not going to say I've read as much as I'd like or need to. But I did know from a young age I'd like to tell stories someday.
Well, someday has taken quite a while to arrive, let me tell you! Although I did major in Literary studies, my real livelihood came from my ease of command on the English language. I *was* in a prestigious secondary school like Leila, but my own experience was nowhere near as dramatic as hers. I was just shy, unassuming and painfully self-conscious. I went through so much in my mind, that I made myself promise I'd never forget the feeling of being that age and believing that nobody really got where you were coming from. Whenever something annoyed me, aggravated me, or generally grated on my psyche, I deliberately told myself, "Remember this, don't you dare forget what this felt like, because someday someone is gonna need you to be the person you never had".
Lucid was written last year and is currently in the throes of revision. What you read here is sometimes just a polished version of my draft, and sometimes an entirely fresh chapter, since the original manuscript was a linear, chronological narrative, but it seemed to lack a hook. I hope it's got you hooked now!
This story stems from a need to showcase an underrepresented slice of teenage society, and to convey the desperately needed message: It gets better. It gets better and you don't need to sacrifice your true self for the sake of fitting in. So many wonderfully vibrant personalities, with intricate facets and shining ideals are ironed and molded into compliance with a repetitive, safe and unified standard of being... It shouldn't have to be that way, but we go through adolescence believing it's all we can do to keep our sanity and make it out alive. I refuse to believe that, and if there's anything I can do to plant hope in a young soul, then this endeavor will have been a success.
I teach. I didn't choose this profession, but I believe it chose me. I have tried to the best of my abilities to be that person to my students. I prefer the preteen and teen demographic because I feel I can help them the most. Now, I believe it's time for this message to reach farther and wider. How far and wide will depend on the set of oportunities which unfold before me. I've tried several agents, and all have replied kindly and encouraged me to keep trying to find a good fit. In the meantime, I'll keep blogging it with the certainty that it will find its audience. You can help by sharing this blog and sharing your thoughts. I know my grammar and narrative are not perfect, far from it, but I'm pretty thick skinned, I can take what you dish, as long as it's fair.
Thank you again for being a part of this dream. I hope one day you can say "I read it all the way back when".
Warmest regards,
Cynthia D.
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