OWO (“Oh-woe”), otherwise known as Odd Woman Out, is a fiction novel I’ve been posting weekly on Wattpad.
It’s almost completed. Yay! So why the “woe”? Because 1) it’s nearly done and 2) what’ll I do next!? <LOL>
There’s a lot on my plate—the next Triple Threat Investigation Agency book, blog, artistic/technical efforts—but it’s a pleasant challenge to write something that’s different, something outside the ol’ comfort zone. Granted, OWO was a twenty-some-year old project I pulled out of a drawer over a year ago, so there was no need to start from scratch or head-scratch. 
If you’ve got absolutely nothing to do one afternoon and are looking for something to read or take a quick look-see at, maybe you could check it out? I always welcome feedback. Here’s a quick rundown:
Alexia Raidho (or Alex, as she prefers) searches for self and soul as she travels along a literal and cerebral journey.
Through diary entries and fiction writing, Alex reflects upon exploits, accomplishments and failures, and speculates whether she might be an odd woman out. Relationships, even those of a volatile and abusive nature, have impelled her down paths she might otherwise never have taken. All—gratefully, she’ll willingly admit—have expanded her vision, talent, and maturity.
Her honesty can be raw or pained, melancholy or funny, depending on what or who she is reflecting upon. Encounters, accidental or intentional, occasionally hold consequences while eccentric family members often make for entertaining—if not embarrassing—moments. Friends and lovers, on the other hand, can make for surprising ones.
Is it an adequate summation? I’d say so. I’d also say [admit] that the first half of the book is much stronger than the last. Maybe my enthusiasm had started waning back then, as it [sort of] did now. Could it have been better, edited more thoroughly, rewritten after twenty-plus dust-collecting years? To be sure.
So what’s the next Wattpad project? Something related to soul-searching and faith finding, to releasing emotions/thoughts/regrets collected over time.
It may be the tale of an only child born to two angry, bitter alcoholics. Sadly, Tuula (not sure why that particular name came to mind) could never cut the apron strings and many decades later ends up caring for a mother who only had time for the bottle when she was growing up. Words of love and kindness never existed, and still don’t. As the years bleed through her fingers like ink upon paper, Tuula arrives at a belated realization: there is indeed truth to the notion that people perpetually seek acceptance and praise even when logically and rationally, very deep down, they know it will never transpire.
When you’re a writer, the world truly is your oyster. Imagination and/or life serve as fabulous fodder for creative endeavors. Here’s to perpetually pursuing and using our God-given talents . . . and embracing every moment. 
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