Saturday, June 30, 2012

The Unsacred Gift by C.S. Dorsey

CS is giving away 2 kindle copies and 1 signed copy (paper copy) tour wide.
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The Unsacred Gift
C.S. Dorsey

Book Description:

Have you ever had a dream that came to life? How about losing the one you love and not being able to save them? What about a gift that you were cursed with? Well image having all three like Sicily "Sissy" Monroe.

"Some might say what I have is a gift. I say, I want to return it." Sissy declares.

Sicily "Sissy" Monroe has all the qualities of a perfect young lady. She is almost where she wants to be in life. But lying deep in the pupil of her eyes hold something that she cannot get rid of which interferes with her plans. She fights everyday with no one but herself. After having her first vision at age six of her sister's (Misty) disappearance and the dreams of failing to save her, Sissy wants no part in another person's fate. For years Sissy tried hard to avoid contact with people because she feared foreseeing their death. In keeping with this, she tries to stay away from her family. Little did Sissy know she could not run from her past, or her gift. She hopes someone will put her out of her misery, but she will soon discover that her visions and dreams were just a mere image of herself.
What sparks My Creativity?

In order for me to create I have to hear voices. I know it sounds creepy, but it is the truth. I can just come up with an idea on my own and go from there to create a novel. Some people can, but I can’t.

Sometimes what I will do is if I get an idea I write it down. I may not come back to that idea for months at a time unless I hear the main character whispering to me. Once I hear the main voice of the character than I am able to develop the character more.

I have plenty of projects that I started. But the only problem was I started writing the story, and not the character telling me. So you know where the story goes? In my deleted file on my computer.

The main character in The Unsacred Gift, Sissy, was able to suck me into her world and I found that I could not get out until she finish telling me her story. Once I was done I was released. The same goes for the main character in The Lukos Trilogy, Alejandro Calderon (which is available in 3 novellas). A Piece of advice never get stuck in a teenage boy’s mind with a hormonal imbalance…LOL!  

She sat across from me at the table. “So how are things going, Sissy?” My mother had a way of starting a conversation without getting to the main point at first, but slowly creeping up to it, so that it throws you off, because you’re trying to figure out how the subject got switched in the first place.

“Everything is going fine, Ma,” I looked at her carefully, aware of her tricks.
“How are your classes going? Are you keeping up?”         
“Ma, I am a senior now. I think I have caught on by now,” I said, biting into the crisp bacon that was just right, crunchy like I like it.
“Have you finally decided on a major?”
“Yes. Psychology.”

“Why?” my mother asked nonchalantly, sipping on her coffee. I had a feeling something was brewing, so I kept the conversation at a steady pace.

“I just want to help people. You know, find out what’s on their minds, try and stop them from making any drastic decisions. Lead and guide them.”

“Sissy, you let the good Lord lead and guide those people. You can’t save people from bad decisions. People are going to do what they want to do.”

“I know, Ma, but if I can just help someone I will feel like I’m doing a good thing for people rather than—” I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn’t want to say too much.

“Rather than what?” my mom asked, eating her fruit, not taking her eyes off of me. I had to come up with something quick before I spilled too many beans.

“Rather than ignoring them like society does.”
“Is that how you feel? That society ignores people?”

“Yes. Society would throw people away and call them crazy, rather than trying to figure out what triggered the insanity.” Like me, I wanted to say.

It wasn’t just because I had visions and dreams. I wanted to understand the mind and how it works and functions. I wanted to know why people do what they do. I figured if I could get a few logical answers, I could take these theories and run with them.

“Are you saying that you’re being ignored, which is the reason why you majored in psychology?” She looked at me with eyes so intense, they could kill a fly.

This was the switch in subject I was looking for. She already had in her mind a link. She would link up my studying psychology with the feeling of being ignored, abandoned, and thrown away. Then she would link my acting out last night in front of Mark to my feelings of being ignored, abandoned, and thrown away. I swore this woman needed to become a psychologist herself. She was just that good.

“OK, Ma, let’s get to the real subject at hand,” I said, moving my plate to the side. By this time I was completely done with my food, believe it or not.

“Sissy, honey, I am just asking questions, but now that you have mentioned it…” she said, with a grin on her face. Dang, I fell for it. I knew it was coming. “Honey, do you feel like I am abandoning you because Mark and I are engaged?” She took a forkful of pancakes and stuffed them in her mouth.

I decided to keep this to a “yes,” “no,” and “maybe” conversation.
“Yes,” I said.
“Why do you feel that way, honey?”
I just hunched my shoulders.

“Oooh, no…you do know. Talk to me, Sissy, please.” The pleading in my mother’s voice made it sound like her heart was cracking into two. I needed to tell her the truth, but the truth would only break her heart more.

“I feel like no one understands me. I feel like the odd girl out.” I broke into tears. “I have no social life, no friends, and no boyfriends. I feel like if I get too close to someone, something bad is going to happen.” I buried my head in my hands, hoping that answer was good enough for her to leave me alone, but then I couldn’t help myself, I continued. “I fear if I get too close, I will be left with a broken heart, thinking it’s something when it’s not.” Then I cried more, because that was only part of the truth. I just had to say I feared a broken heart so it would seem like I was letting her into my mind, but not too much.

“It’s OK, honey, nothing bad is going to happen.” My mom reached over to rub my shoulder. I realized too late that I should have stuck with my yes and no responses.
About the Author:

C. S. Dorsey currently lives in Northern California. She graduated from the University of Phoenix with an Associate’s Degree in Financial Services, and is currently working for a financial institution. She never thought about writing until one day this girl started talking to her in her head and never stop.

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1 comment:

Mila Ramos said...

Thank you for dropping by C.S.