First, a little history lesson. All Hallowed Eve was not originally a night of gruesome creatures, or evil things that go bump in the night, but a celebration, a remembrance of dear friends and family who had passed on, to be thought of and prayed for on All Souls (Saints) Day.
However, most of us know Halloween only as the commercialized fright day that it has become. And in that vein, I thought I would don my costume and share a bit of an eerie thought.
Now, I’m sure you’ve never thought of writers this way, but aren’t we all a bit like Dr. Jekyll? A bit schizophrenic? With the myriad of characters funning around in a writer’s mind – reflections of all sorts of characters from the real world – I do sometimes feel that my inner writer needs to wear a mask. In a way, that’s what we do, what I do, when I use a different pen name – not because I’m hiding, but because I’m someone else under that different name – a different persona. And just like a costume, it’s still me under there, but at least my readers know what to expect from each name.
I would hate to have someone buy a story by Donna B. Snow – because they know they just LOVE everything I write J - and then find themselves reading a western, or a mystery, or (gasp) a vampire story. What the heck? I thought she wrote inspirational romances?
So just like the ladies at the masquerade ball, I’ll just slip the mask into place, change my name, and become someone else. Nope, I’m not telling you who my alternate personality is. I’ve kept them separate for a reason. But doesn’t that just make you wonder...
Margaret Ellington and Lukas North have a history to resolve. He's determined to reclaim the love he threw away ten years earlier. She’s afraid to let her heart be broken again.
When the past repeats itself, can there be a different outcome?