I am so pleased today to have my good friend and fellow author Nikki Lynn Barrett on my blog to tell you about the making of her latest masterpiece, A Masterpiece of Our Love.
Thank you, Jenna, for having me on your blog today!
I saw a photo with a saying on Facebook recently that said something along the lines of “The first draft is merely you telling yourself the story” Or something of that sort.
You know what, I agree!
I’m a total panster. I come up with a general idea, but there are many things I don’t know about my story when I set to write it. I learn as I go. I plug away on the rough draft. It took me a LONG time to leave it alone and just WRITE IT! I would burn out trying to figure thing out, or I got critiques way too early and all the different opinions messed with my head. I learned. I wrote the first draft, and THEN allowed opinions on it. I don’t even let my husband read it until it’s done (With the exception of Masterpiece, because I wanted a cover and he wouldn’t do it until he read at least part of the story, LOL)
Revisions used to scare the hell out of me. The Secret Santa Wishing Well, my debut, was the first completed book I’d written in eight years. While my writing was better than the last one I wrote, I still had A LOT to learn about the writing process. And really, with me just publishing my fifth book, there’s still plenty to learn. But I’m getting there more and more. Anyway, the first few books after I finished their draft, I was overwhelmed with the idea of revising. I think by the time ON the 12th Date of Christmas was finished and I went to revise, it wasn’t as scary anymore. A Masterpiece of Our Love, I looked forward to revising.
Back to that saying I found- The first draft is my intro to the characters, their lives. I learn about them. I write what I feel works. When I get to revising, I’ve read this story so many times. I know my characters better. I can tweak things and make them even better. I’ve learned not to be so afraid of revisions. They’re the next step to making my story better, to getting right where I want to be. The revising is no longer the hardest part for me. That makes the process less painful.
Two Lives Torn by tragedy.
Eight-year-old Becca and twelve-year-old Hunter cling to each other and life after surviving a plane crash which stole their families.
Two Souls Seeking Love.
Each year, from the time she was old enough to travel on her own, Becca met up with Hunter on the island that altered their lives forever.
Until he stopped showing.
Her constant. Her link to the past. Gone in the blink of an eye.
Two Lives Bound by Secret.
Suffering more heartbreak, Hunter returns to the one place he’s always sought comfort, the island where he and Becca met. It was the place that stole from him, and in the same instance gave to him. He hasn’t been back or spoken to Becca in four years.
Though he’s sure she must hate him for disappearing, Hunter discovers the girl gone, now a woman in her place. Hunter is determined to prove to Becca he isn’t the same twelve-year-old boy of yesteryear.
But someone isn’t happy about their reunion…
Strange things begin happening. Letters start showing up in their hotel rooms and at home with cryptic messages.
Two Broken Hearts Heal as One.
With the mystery unsolved, Hunter convinces Becca to spend the remainder of the summer back home with him, both for safety and to give them a chance to discover the adults they’ve now become.
Will love get a chance to blossom, or will the past come back and tear the masterpiece of their love apart once and for all?
“Hey, Hunter! It’s been a while!” A short, plump man wearing a security uniform waved ecstatically at them as he led Becca to his plane. “Taking a night spin?”
“No sir, not tonight. I’m just showing my girlfriend the plane this evening.” He had his arm around her and at the word girlfriend, he gave her right shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Arthur, I’d like you to meet Becca.”
“I’ve heard so much about you, Becca.” Arthur held his hand out, his smile warm and friendly. “Hunter speaks so highly of you, but he’s never brought you around. I was wondering if you were imaginary.”
She laughed and held out her hand to shake his. “I can assure you I’m very real.
“Good. I’d hate to think he’s paying you so we all would finally believe that such a woman existed.” He let out a hearty laugh that made his belly shake. “Just giving Hunter a hard time. We all enjoy a little picking around here. He’s no exception. Wait till I tell Dan that I met the infamous Becca.”
“I had a feeling you two were taking bets,” Hunter chuckled. “How much does he owe you?”
The man’s cheeks turned a little red, his grin widening. “You’re good, man. He owes me fifty bucks. But, I’ll have to take a picture of you two in case you don’t bring her by again. He’ll want concrete proof.” His tone was hopeful.
Hunter shook his head, still smiling. “The things I do for you crazy old-timers. You have nothing better to do than take bets on my life, huh? What do you say, Bec?”
“I won’t be the reason he doesn’t earn that fifty dollars. They want a picture? We’ll give them a photo to remember.” She smiled over at Arther, who already had his phone out. She winked and turned to Hunter, cupping his face and leaning in for a kiss. She closed her eyes as the flash of the camera lit up and her lips met Hunter’s.
“Ha, love it!” Arthur pumped a fist in the air. “I’ll take that fifty and take my wife out for the night. She’ll enjoy it. Seriously, it’s wonderful to meet you, Becca. We might pick a lot, but Hunter here is a good man and it’s nice to see him happy. Always had a feeling one day you two would end up together.”
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Author Bio: Nikki Lynn Barrett lives in Arizona with her husband and son. She’s an avid reader, a dreamer, and loves everything about books. She runs a book blog, an online used bookstore, and writes various genres of romance. Nikki can also be found outside with her camera when a storm is near, snapping photo after photo. Her dreams of becoming a writer started when she was young, when she started writing books in one subject notebooks by the fifth grade.