Hey Everyone!I'd like to introduce you to Lisa M Gott. She is re releasing her novel A Thirty Something Girl tomorrow with a shiny new cover. It has undergone a transformation from a mostly black and white cover to a eye catching colourful one. It almost looks like it glows!
You can read my review HERE.
Lisa M. Gott is a contemporary literary fiction author. Her stories tell of the human spirit - sometimes sad, sometimes not - most can relate to them on some level or another.
When she's not feverishly weaving words, you can find her enjoying nature, spending time with her incredible husband, and, sometimes, sipping a latte. Okay, maybe more than sometimes.
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I was running and my heart felt like it was going to leap right out of my chest. I attempted to gulp down air, but there was none to be had. Swirling around me was every experience I'd ever had and every emotion I’d ever felt. I sat right up in my bed, dripping wet with fear and anxiety. But there was something else. Something else biting just beneath the surface…
It was 3:00 AM and I shuffled out to my kitchen and stared at “Joe” my coffeemaker as he dripped life into a cup for me. Then made my way into my family room. Sank down into my favorite overstuffed chair, crossed my legs, cracked open my laptop.
Four novels sat in a folder marked “ready to be published.” One of them was supposed to be released that week. And I realized as I stared at the files and thought about the sequence of words which filled them, they were what was causing my chest to rise and fall more rapidly than it should. Those books. They were all wrong.
I had needed to write them, of course. After all, you have to start somewhere. But they weren’t really me. I was only just beginning to understand who I was. I’d shut the world (and myself) out almost a decade prior. But a divorce, financial hardships, and three attempted suicides woke me up.
And I realized as I highlighted the four novels and deleted them, that I was finally ready. I was ready to heal. Ready to blossom into a new and beautiful person. And so around 3:45 that morning, the story of Hope was born.
Hope’s story is not mine. And I wanted it that way. I had made myself believe that I was the only person in the world who had suffered the way I had. But I wasn’t. Hope was my perpetual reminder of that. Because that’s how life is, right? We walk around thinking we are alone in our sorrows, when in fact we are anything but. And so, while Hope’s journey was different than mine, we both searched for the same things: happiness and maybe someone to love and be loved by.
At the outset, my heart and my soul were like the earth after a winter freeze – bitter cold and seemingly impenetrable. But Hope’s story was the sun that began to warm me. Her words, the shovel that dug up the pain of my past. And it was through her that I found myself (both the person and the author). It was through her that I found the secret to happiness.
A Thirty-Something Girl is a simple tale. About love. About pain. About choosing to smile when the world might want to make you cry. About not caring if you fall, so long as you keep standing back up. And above all, about never losing hope in what you wish for most in this world.
Writing this novel reminded me of the importance of feeling. Even if it means that sometimes we feel badly. And so I will forever write about the feelings and experiences which teach us lessons. Because it is those feelings and experiences and lessons who have made me into the girl I am today and the girl I will be tomorrow. And I like that girl. Very much.
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