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Unlikely Truth I Learned Working At Hotels

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From my years working in the hotel industry, I’ve had some pretty bizarre, crazy, terrible and wonderful experiences. I had a guest buy me a bottle of very expensive wine because he noticed I was having a bad day. I had a couple yell at me and try to get me fired because I couldn’t give them a late check out. But over the years, I discovered a startling fact.

I’ve worked in nice luxury hotels where the lobby sparkled in dazzling whiteness. I’ve worked from dingy motels to the best of hotels. Well, maybe not really. But pretty close.

Non-hospitality experienced people don’t know the difference between a motel and hotel. So, I’ll tell you now. A hotel is luxury. A motel is affordable. Hotels come with clean rooms, pleasant staff and great breakfast. Motels come with all of that but the word ‘clean’ is loosely defined. Motel 6’s standards are way lower that of the Hilton. But people stay in motels because it’s the best they can afford.

A surprising realization hit as I was working a late shift at a motel. Poor people seemed more genuine and kind than the rich. Or was that just me? When worked at a Best Western years ago, the people who visited were always nice. They’d chat with you. Always have pleasant things to say and compliments. Sometimes you’d the grumpy ones but that’s just how customer service is. Usually I’d get guests who were staying in town for a wedding, college or some event. They were people who could afford the luxury of Best Western.

Years later I worked at a motel part time and the customers were different. The guests were usually from in-state and not hundreds of miles away. They were poor but also more giving. The conversations they held seemed more genuine. Sometimes I’d get the stinky old drunks but they’d always leave me more of a tip than the rich lady with a dog. The bums who just wanted a place to warm up for ten minutes held more of a real conversation than the soccer mom touring colleges with her daughter.

I never realized how more real bums or people living in poverty are than the ones who make $90,000 a year. When they speak to you, it’s as if you’re a friend they haven’t seen in a while and welcome gladly back. I’m not saying that the wealthy aren’t genuine or super nice. I’m not saying the wealthy are mean and nasty. When I worked at more luxurious hotels, I met plenty of awesome people who made my day special. But the contrast between those people and the guests at a motel are striking.

A Final Decision

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I’ve been quiet on here as of late. It’s been hectic in the life of me. Recently, I took some time to pause and reflect on my life. On the things I’d love to be doing and how to get to the point where I can do them.

My book as for now is on standby. I’m burnt out on it. I need some time to step back and take a deep breath. I’ve been pressuring myself to get it done. A few months ago, I approached a couple of editors who loved the idea of my book. They handed me their business cards and said to shoot them an email. I did. And I have waited. No reply yet. Which is typical considering they’re editors. I was told by one that I probably wouldn’t hear from them until November. Since I last spoke to them, I’ve been working my butt off trying to finish my book by November. I’ve come to realize how that is totally not going to happen. Apart from writers block, stressful stuff happening and other things, I’m burnt.

I won’t stop blogging or writing though. I’ve decided to fulfill one of my old dreams: to fly. I’d like to take off up into the blue atmosphere and buzz around the sun and clouds. I don’t usually mention my personal life on here but I happen to work at an airport. My boss just so happens to be giving me a crazy, once in a lifetime deal. He said he’d like to help me pursue my dream of flying. So pursue I will.

I’ve started another blog called Just A Plane Girl where I blog about my aviator adventures. I will still write on here about my misadventures as a writer and the progress on my book. I’m not, by all means, giving up on my book. I will still continue to write and work on it until it’s finished. I’ve been saying for the past year it feels like that my book is almost done or that the skeleton is there and it just needs filling in. There’s research that needs to be done. Details that need filling in. Dots needing to be connected. It’s coming along but very slowly. Hopefully one day… Scratch that. One day I will be sharing it with all of you. 🙂

Crazy Storm and Then There’s the Book…

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I haven’t blogged in a while because I’ve been quite busy. I didn’t want to get on here tonight and start writing because I don’t quite feel like I have much to say. My book is still in the works and will be for a long time. Long time as in between 6 months to a year. I was so hoping to be published by now, but there is so much I have to do to it. I know what you’re thinking… “Geez girl! Get your stuff together.” And you’re absolutely right.

I haven’t gotten much done this month. My life currently has plunged into a tornado obstacles. There’s been so much happening that I’ve found it hard to focus. I put an hour here and there for editing and rewriting but I don’t feel as accomplished as I’d like. Note to everyone: Don’t get a life.

Lately, I’ve been wishing I could take a week off from work and life and lock myself in a closet to finish this book. But that won’t work. I’ve going over the chapters again, deleting some things, adding some stuff. I’m hoping to be done in 6 months. That would be nice. I wanted to be done two months ago… but, pah! In the literary world, things are never for sure.

One reason for it taking so long to finish is the major changes I’ve made. For one, I’ve discovered my main character is really my secondary and my secondary character is actually my main. Think about that! I’ve discovered that some characters actually had relationships with each other. I’ve learned the plot does thicken and the game is afoot. If I could go back to the very beginning, I’d tell myself to OUTLINE. I really wish I’d done it.

At times, my book feels like it’s in shambles. At other times, I’m in need of a drink. And not a fruit juice. Something hard. Tonight, I’m retweeking a chapter and adding some more bacon to the plate. Most people like bacon, right? Anyways, I just wanted to give an update anybody who’s actually cares to read my crazy ramblings.

Genius isn’t Instant

Genius isn’t instant. It’s not inherited either. Vivaldi didn’t dream up his operas all in one moment. He wrote them over the course of a year. Like all great artists, he probably suffered from writers block at times. Albert Einstein didn’t discover the theory of relatively in one day. He struggled for years with his calculations as the theory took shape over years. I don’t believe these men were the only ones with genius born inside of them..

Genius is gained through time and effort. You have to work for genius. Geniuses aren’t people who suddenly get an ‘aha’ moment. It can happen but not often. They’re workaholics. They don’t quit until they achieve their dream. They fight. They never say ‘never’.
Take Walt Disney for example, when Bambi was in the works, he was millions of dollars in debt. But he had a dream. He dreamed of the future. He had a vision and he achieved that vision. The future probably didn’t turn out to be exactly how he imagined it but I have a feeling it turned out better. Jon Bon Jovi had a dream to play music and rock crowds. He had a vision of where he wanted to take his music and he succeeded his goals. When things got hard, he didn’t give up. He struggled until he won.
I don’t claim to be a genius. I’m not overly smart. Heck, I never graduated from college. I don’t have a degree. But I’m willing to work. I’m willing to do the time and effort. The late nights filled with coffee runs. The early mornings with even more coffee runs. I’ve always heard from successful geniuses that in the beginning when you’re building your dream, it’s the most exciting. It’s the most fulfilling time of your life. And I believe them.
It’s thrilling to pull a late night and work your ass off. It’s thrilling to feel on the edge of getting somewhere. I love the crazy days filled with challenge. It’s what shapes you. It’s what changes you. It’s what pushes you forward. To be successful you must have motivation. You must visualize your dream and make it happen.
Everyone defines success differently. Some see it as a CEO running their own business. Others view it as helping those in need. And, some see it as finding inner peace. Some of you might know who Christopher Robin. He is the son of the author A.A. Milne and also one of the main characters of the very much loved children stories Winnie the Pooh. Christopher Robin was the hero of those stories. He was the one who helped the animals in their time of need. In reality, he wasn’t so happy. He struggled through his teen and adult years as people gave him endless criticism. Once he tried to join the army and other men there teased him about his childhood fame. They viewed him as a wuss.
Christopher Robin didn’t have an easy growing up. But he overcame it. He struggled to find himself and be something other than the Christopher Robin in the childhood books. In the end, he found himself and peace. This was his success. He never claimed the same fame or fortune as his father but I believe he found greater success than his father. He discovered himself. He knew his place in the world and accepted it. So many of us can’t claim to have achieved as much. Not even I. I’m still figuring life out.
Whatever you claim success to be, go find it. Have the courage to achieve whatever road blocks life puts in your life. Be who you want. And as Pumbaa from the Lion King would say, “Hakuna Matata”. Have no worries. Things will be fine.

Dearest Pete

Memories and Characters

Over the length of this writing adventure that my book has taken me on, I’ve been startled to discover a character taking over the book. When I first began writing this thriller, Dana Marie was my main character. Her bold, energetic, and forever inquisitive personality leaped off the pages and demanded to be center stage. But gradually another character stepped before her and placed himself in the spotlight. Curiously enough, Dana has allowed him the spot.

Pete Watson. In many ways he hasn’t and has changed. His inner core; the goodness and honesty hasn’t changed. It’s his courage and strength that has. Before, he was the unwitting boyfriend of a villainess. He had the courage of a mouse. By the end of my book, the little mouse eventually stood up for himself but with the help of Dana. Without her help, he’d never be able to stand.

But now. Pete has changed. He is no longer the timid little mouse. He can stand on his own two feet. He’s taken the stage away from Dana without a fight or begging. She’s allowed him the attention because she knows he deserves it. After all, he is the hero. His and Dana’s friendship has expanded as well. Their relationship is stronger and has more depth that before.

I realize those reading this don’t have the faintest what I’m talking about. You haven’t read my book. You don’t know my characters. But hopefully you will.

I’ve read countless times posts and articles written by other authors about characters in their books. They mention how a smaller, lesser character came out from the shadows to be the main character. They’d talk about how surprised they were by a characters actions or true nature. When I read these things, I’d laugh. How silly writers are! Would be my exact thought. They talk about their characters as if they’re real. They make it sound like the character does the writing or telling of the story. They make it sound like they didn’t write the books themselves but the characters.

A famous writer once said, characters tell the story. Writers are only the interpreter. I never quite understood this until I saw for myself. Until I realized how true it is. When I started out with this book, I had a certain idea for it. I had a vision for how it would end up. Well, the original vision is far from what it’s turned out to be. Life seems to be exactly the same. You start off walking on one path in one direction. And mysteriously you wind up elsewhere!

It’s absolutely breathtaking seeing a story unfold before your eyes. Your story. It’s thrilling to hear your characters discussed in public. I’ve only had this a few times after my friends finished reading my manuscript. The characters in your book may be imaginary but they are real. They’re real as you and me. A good book draws you in by how human the characters feel. Your job as the writer is to make them feel real to the reader. Allow them to leap off the page. I really can’t stress how crazy this adventure of writing has been for me so far.