I have a reputation for getting lost. I’ve been lovingly nicknamed Wrong Way Denise and rightly so. Friends suggested I invest in a GPS. I tried it once. I didn’t agree with the voice emanating from the little box .How could they know? Their direction didn’t seem right; so I turned them off and went my own route, much to the dismay of those carpooling with me. It’s true, I usually arrive late, but boy do I have stories to tell when I get there.
It’s no surprise then, that my favorite TV series of all time was LOST. I watched it faithfully right up to the bitter end. I won’t waste time telling you how I felt about the ending. Well maybe in another blog, but not now. Never the less, it was a great series, with a great story and most of all, memorable characters that became like family.
I fell in love with John Locke. Not the romantic crush kind of love but a deep admiration and love for a real man with substance. I’d like to be lost with a man like him. He could kill a wild boar and make a cradle for a baby on the same day. He had faith and belief that he was meant for something great. He embraced his hardship because he believed he had a purpose to fulfill. That’s why his mantra was, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!” The first time he yelled that phrase, (Season 1 episode 4; Walkabout) I cried like a baby.
Why, because I dream of my own walkabout. Because I, like John Locke believe I have a purpose…a calling on my life and like him, I was told I was delusional.
They (I will protect their identity) said I was delusional because I wanted to write books. They told me in light of the college education I never received, that I couldn’t do it. They said I would need to go back to school first and take English and writing courses and maybe….I could write a novel. They said the market was too competitive and I was a nobody, and would never be heard. Their advice was to go back to the hair salon and continue my career as a hairdresser because that was my future.
How could they know? Their directions didn’t seem right so I turned them off and went my own way because I believe some things can’t be taught. You can sit in a class and learn story structure but no one can teach you how to dream one up. So, I adopted John’s mantra and yelled, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
So guess what? I wrote a book, a great book. It’s about someone getting lost and ending up in a peculiar town hidden deep in the Appalachians. It’s creepy and exciting and everyone who reads it says they lose all track of time because they can’t put it down.
I was told not to self-publish; so I turned the box off again and put my story up as an ebook because I wanted to share it, like the creators of LOST shared their story with me. I must have done something right because in less than three months over a thousand people read it! A friend said I should tweet the great news so I went to Twitter and got lost again. I was groping my way around, trying to navigate the site when I stumbled upon John Locke! I was thrilled. Imagine my excitement when I discovered he wrote an ebook telling how he sold over a million books! My hero is also a writer? I was intrigued so I began to stalk him and discovered there are TWO John Locke’s! Talk about good fortune! If this new John Locke was anything like the LOST Locke then I was an immediate fan. I went to his page, and he was handsome and bald like the other John Locke! I was more intrigued. I immediately downloaded his book and devoured it, enjoying every page. He is an entrepreneur and a devout believer in self-publishing. His words encouraged me, inspired me. He’s the reason I am writing this blog and he made me believe I am an OOU. I bet he cooks a mean wild boar and I bet he doesn’t let people tell him what he can’t do.
So what can I say? I enjoy getting lost because it’s then that I discover new ground and in so doing I discover something about myself. Just like Bronwyn in my book The Secrets of Moonshine. Her bus breaks down on the side of a forgotten highway and when she goes looking for help she stumbles upon the mysterious town of Moonshine. There she makes a startling discovery and unearths cryptic secrets the town’s kept hidden for over two hundred years. If you like LOST or Jon Locke or John Locke, you should read it. I hope JJ Abrams reads it and plans on making it his next big series. I’d like John Locke to have a part. While we were filming we could get to know each other better and maybe we could play a game of backgammon and he could tell me the secret he told Walt that day on the beach and when he is finished I will tell him The Secrets of Moonshine.
She blew the dust from the lid and pried it open. Stacks of notebooks lay inside; all school projects. Bronwyn read through each title, disappointed as she reached the bottom. Nothing resembled an old manuscript written by a ten year old. She replaced the lid and shoved the heavy bin aside. The one beneath it read Bronwyn’s stories. She eagerly dug through the manuscripts lifting them from the bins one at a time. Again she reached the bottom without finding anything. She continued her search until all the bins had been opened. Disappointed she paused to think and remembered Barak recounting the part of the story where her parents took Moonshine away and forbid her from continuing. If he was right and her parents had taken the book perhaps her mother had destroyed it. The thought burdened her and she hoped that wasn’t the case. If she couldn’t find it she would be forced to ask her mother what had become of the book and that in itself would be a catastrophe. Defeated she replaced the last bin and turned to leave. It was then she noticed a small metal container resembling a safe deposit box sitting alone in the opposite corner. Her heart seized. This has to be it! As she stooped down and lifted it from its dismal hiding place a small key fell from underneath it disappearing as it slid across the dark floor. By now she was on all fours feeling along the ground until her fingers touched cold brass. Grabbing the key she carefully placed it in the lock and turned. A deafening click echoed across the still room. As she lifted the lid a sudden gust of wind swept through the attic swinging the lone bulb. She startled and looked toward the door thinking someone must have entered and caused the sudden rush of air. However the door was closed. Terror cozied up against her sending a chill through her body. A peculiar sorrow dug at her heart, tears stung her eyes and her attention was unwillingly drawn to the dark porthole. She gazed out into the black sky a vague memory trying to claw its way to the surface. In her mind she saw the waterfall again, and Travis standing in the rushing stream. The vision lasted much longer than before and this time she saw another figure in the distance, approaching fast. Urgency tore into Travis’s expression and the critical nature of it caused her heart to pound even now. A sudden flash of lightning right outside the window brought her attention back to the box cradled in her lap. Lying in its metal hiding place was a beautifully bound notebook. Holes had been carefully punched into an antique looking parchment. Blue silk ribbons were woven through the holes binding the papers to the soft leather cover. The word Moonshine was etched in silver calligraphy. Her hands trembled as she lifted the manuscript from its bed. The heat sensation wrapped around her neck as dozens of memories flashed spontaneously across the screen of her mind. Her stomach churned at the vivid pictures of once forgotten events. Despite the intensity of the heat an icy chill forced a path up her spine while intimidating shadows came alive emerging from the corners and closing in on her weakened state. The air grew thin as a sinister spirit sucked the oxygen from the room. She gasped for her breath yet inhaled scalding wet air. Her head began to spin. Another gust of wind blew across the room as an abandoned floor lamp fell over with a crash. She twirled around to the direction of the fallen lamp and screamed when she saw Falcon standing directly behind her.
“What are you doing in here and why did you sneak up on me like that!” She was so frightened she nearly beat him with the coveted book
“I‘m not to let you out of my sight. Travis‘s orders.”
She hugged the soft book against her body and attempted to control her shaking.
His impish grin soon melted into a reverent spirit as his eyes fell upon the book. His face grew more solemn than she had ever seen it. His eyes went from the book directly to her.
“You found it.”
“I have read hundreds of paranormal/scifi romance novels over the years and have never once felt compelled to write a review….until now.
Denise Parton was able to capture my attention with both imagery and dialogue. The imagery depicted in Moonshine was nothing less than luscious. Not only the descriptions of the various locations but also the soul-searing descriptions of character encounters. The dialogue was engaging and the intrigue kept me reading on into the night. I would have liked a steamy encounter in this first book but Ms. Parton’s writing has reminded me that anticipation, much like a musical pause, makes the crescendo that much more grand.
I eagerly await your next endeavor Ms. Parton! You Go Girl!”