Sue Mydliak was born in Flint, Michigan. Came to Illinois when she was a little girl and graduated from Downers Grove South. It wasn't until the book Twilight came out did she develop her interest in writing. It was then in 2011, that her first book, Birthright, was published and made best seller the first week it was out. This lead her to make Birthright into a Trilogy. She has written two other books, Night Games and an anniversary book, Forever, which is Birthright's story, but whose story line is different and geared more for adults. She is currently writing two other books, Eternal and Secrets and has finished illustrating a new children's book, JellyBean Turns Three (see her Children's book website, http://susiebbooks.strikingly.com/)

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Women Writers'

Women writers' are a class all unto themselves.  The hardships that they had to endure to make their creative juices flowing to being publish was in itself a troublesome task to put it mildly.  They had no rights!  Virginia Woolf said it best in her book, A Room of One's Own, 1929.  The complexities  of  women of that time period to get the recognition they deserved, not to mention the time and space to write one's creative dreams was truly stressful.  Even if they did complete their dream of a book, just getting it published was yet another fiasco waiting to happen.  We were not on the same level as male writer's.

To start...money plays a key issue with A Room of One's Own.  In order to get money you needed to work and back then the bread winner was the male, husband, whatever you want to call them.  Women were looked upon as a child and was kept so by their husband.  They didn't want them to be worldly as they were, it wouldn't be proper.  So they had no power and so their creativity was silenced so to speak.

 The narrator speaks, “Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Poetry depends upon intellectual freedom. And women have always been poor, not for two hundred years merely, but from the beginning of time . . .”

 " She uses this quotation to explain why so few women have written successful poetry. She believes that the writing of novels lends itself more easily to frequent starts and stops, so women are more likely to write novels than poetry: women must contend with frequent interruptions because they are so often deprived of a room of their own in which to write. Without money, the narrator implies, women will remain in second place to their creative male counterparts. The financial discrepancy between men and women at the time of Woolf’s writing perpetuated the myth that women were less successful writers."

I'd like to talk now about the interruptions of women writers, because even today it continues to hamper our creative juices.  Women of that time period, who didn't have a 'private' space of their own were doomed to fail.  What with the constant interruptions her train of thought was being stopped and any writer knows that once the train of thought is interrupted it's hard to get it going again.   So their work is doomed from the get go and it even continues to this day!  I being a wife, mother (my kids are grown up now), would and still am getting interrupted for various reasons!  Feed the dog, let the dog out, youngest son (23) wanting something of me, hubby needing me for whatever, while I sit in my, excuse me, 'our' computer room trying hard to write my sequel.   I would like to be able to put a sign on my door saying, "working, do not interrupt!"  But my family is important to me.

To end this conversation of women's private room, Virginia goes on to write, "The central point of A Room of One’s Own is that every woman needs a room of her own—something men are able to enjoy without question. A room of her own would provide a woman with the time and the space to engage in uninterrupted writing time. During Woolf’s time, women rarely enjoyed these luxuries. They remained elusive to women, and, as a result, their art suffered. But Woolf is concerned with more than just the room itself. She uses the room as a symbol for many larger issues, such as privacy, leisure time, and financial independence, each of which is an essential component of the countless inequalities between men and women. Woolf predicts that until these inequalities are rectified, women will remain second-class citizens and their literary achievements will also be branded as such."

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


I want this day to go away
I want this day to fly
I want to smile and greet the day
But all I do is cry.

That's all I'll say...for now...I can't say much else...maybe time will heal all wounds...

Monday, September 3, 2012

Autograph online!

There are times when I really hate technology.  For example, when I'm trying to format a manuscript and it doesn't work out or trying to save my photoshop brushes I've created and it doesn't work out, but one thing that I will say about technology is this new site, Kindlegraph.  Let me post what they say about the site...

Kindlegraph lets authors send personalized inscriptions and signatures ("kindlegraphs") directly to the electronic reading devices of their fans.

It is truly amazing.  Now your fans can receive an autograph from you without having to go to a book signing!  It's all done online now!  So if your fans are all over the US they now can get a signed copy of your book.

Here is the link to all my books...you have to try it.


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Mist on the Morn

Another great take on one of my photographs by Lisa.  A must read for those who love mysteries, which I do!
Thank you Lisa!

Mist on the Morn (link)

Distorted Beauty

I haven't been around much and for that I do apologize.  I've started back at work and I'm also trying to get my sequel done, but I had to come on and post this awesome story that a dear friend has written about one of my photographs.  It was a unique picture in that its originally suppose to be a street with a lighted oak tree on the left side at night, but that's not how it turned out.  What turned out was a completely different picture that was so beautiful, so you could almost say, "The true beauty of the scene was hidden from the naked eye."  Thank you Lisa, it is a lovely story.

Distorted Beauty (story link)