I’m so excited for all of you to meet Allie Burke, the last writer participating in the Fight To Write series. Allie is the author of the paranormal romance trilogy, The EnchantersViolet Midnight, Emerald Destiny, and soon to be released Amber Passion. During the time I’ve known Allie, she’s shown me how dreams are attainable, compassion, encouragement, warmth, and a style of writing I’m positively addicted to. Allie’s heart is bigger than the stories she creates, which are massive, and I’m honored to call her my friend.

Chosen at random, I’m going to gift a copy of Violet Midnight to someone who comments on this post. Allie has offered to gift one as well, so there are two eBooks available. Don’t forget to leave a comment, my friends!

Fight… to write.

How do I? Fight for my… write?

I have a tattoo on my right leg. Most know it as the logo for the band Rise Against. Me… I know different. Fight for what you love, it tells me. Every single day, it reminds me of… me. Don’t quit, it says. Love it. Love yourself. Be yourself.

E.L. Doctorow tells us that writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. Bullshit. Schizophrenia is not socially acceptable and neither is writing. Being a writer. You… write? What does that mean? What could you possibly have to write about?

Sure, people shop in bookstores (not lately, but you know), pick up e-books for their Kindle, but, as you read the words on the page, fall into the world that is laid out for you, do you really consider what went into that? When you review a book on Goodreads as the worst book in existence, do you think, that maybe, there is a reason that novel is written his way and not yours?

We sit for hours – days – in front of a computer, bleeding our hearts onto the page, looking like we couldn’t work a shower if our lives depended on it. We don’t eat. We don’t sleep. We go to our day jobs with no memory of how we came to be there, counting down the minutes until we can rush home and start the cycle all over again. Is it socially acceptable? No, it’s not. Does that stop us?

It shouldn’t.

I lock myself in a room for hours on end, effectively separating myself from… everything. Friends – family – don’t appreciate being ignored. The world can’t decide whether or not to take me seriously as I walk around like some kind of red-headed zombie (except that guy at work that holds the door open for me like I’m some kind of rock star or something – true story).

But… I don’t care.

A very good friend of mine recently told me that writing was in my blood. When I asked him how he knew that, he answered simply…

Because I know you.

To write, I fight. I fight for that which is me, that which is my right to be. Me. A writer who believes in made up words, three word sentences, and the right to love herself, despite what the “socially acceptable” world thinks of her and her tactics.

Be yourself. Love. Fight. I do.