My Fictions

A writer’s work is never done. We try our best to make the first draft perfect – perfect enough to be publishable. But to us, even perfect can be improved on. I tried my pen on my first novel in 2001 and it took me approximately six months to script the first half of the story (the skeletal was all in my head). I fell in love with my characters and the story received the kind of devotion that a firstborn usually receives. But then I couldn’t proceed further. I had to keep going back and editing those first few chapters. I wrote and rewrote the story so many times… well, as many times as it was possible in the next four years. I wanted readers to fall in love and empathize with the heroine the way I did. I wanted readers to be aggravated by and then lose their breath over the hero as I did. I wanted readers to be frustrated with the progress of their relationship so much so that they would want to fling the book away as a hopeless business – but keep turning the pages because the scenes made them giddy with anticipation and they just had to know how everything works out at the end!

And I decided that I was not yet ready – not mature enough –  to do this story justice. So I put it down and took a hiatus for until when I was ready. For the next six years. Six years later, I decided it was a long enough time to have ripened my mind and I really must get that story out. My hero and heroine were waiting to be read. Except I was still not ready and, frankly, sorely out of practice in fiction writing. So I decided I needed practice and should start working on a simpler novel – a run of the mill romance that did not put too much pressure on me but allowed me to finish at least one complete novel. Except I realized that I really did not know how to give it my average effort. And I once again began putting off the completion. Procrastinating. PROCRASTINATING. Until that day… (read my About page for detail)

So now I am publishing my second attempted novel (my first still needs work) on this blog so that I can create that artificial willpower to journey forth – a reinforcement that smacks me on the behind and says, “It’s already out there, Lupa. Published. People have already seen it. They’re reading it now. They have been introduced to your characters and now you can’t go back and edit it. You can only finish telling them the story. It’s done. The fate is set. Now fulfill it’s destiny.”

And I invite you to journey with me…

I’ll Be True

A story about a woman who refused to believe that she could win in love. And about a man who almost gave up on her…

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Chapter 1     Chapter 2     Chapter 3     Chapter 4     Chapter 5     Chapter 6     Chapter 7

Chapter 8    Chapter 9     Chapter 10   Chapter 11    Chapter 12   Chapter 13   Chapter 14

Chapter 15  Chapter 16    Chapter 17   Chapter 18    Chapter 19   Chapter 20  Chapter 21

Chapter 22  Chapter 23   Chapter 24   Chapter 25   Final Chapter