First a quick blurb about Cinderella's Secret Diary:
What happened to Cinderella after she married the Prince? Set in the late 1700s as Napoleon is rising to power, Cinderella embarks on a journey of self-discovery as she tries to come to terms with her failed marriage and her inability to have a child. Torn between the Queen's insistence that she try all means necessary to conceive and her own desires, she agrees to travel to Paris to consult with a witch to help her become pregnant. Her journey leads her to find her long lost Fairy Godmother and aids her to solve the mystery behind her mother's death. Yet the Fey Lord, the Silver Fox, also takes notice in her and her world is suddenly turned upside down...
Back on January 12, 2010, I was reading Disney’s Royal Princess Homes book to my then 2-year-old daughter. She sat next to me on the rocking chair and I turned through a page in the book and read how Cinderella was in her bedroom showing off her scarves and shoes. Yet tucked away in the corner was a desk that had a book on it entitled “Cinderella’s Secret Diary.”
A light went off in my head. I do not know how else to describe it. A thought, like lightning, zapped me and I started wondering what would be in that book. I knew at that instant that I had stumbled upon an amazing idea. I kissed my daughter goodnight, tucked her in and then did a search on Google. I stumbled upon an out-of-print Disney book entitled Disney Princess: My Secret Diary by Cinderella but I could find nothing else online. From what I could tell from eBay and reviews, the Disney diary book is about mice costumes and other such things from the Disney movie. Ideas kept flowing through my mind and I jotted down some notes for a short story idea I had. I kept wondering what Cinderella’s secret diary would really be like. Why was it secret? Is she happily married? Does she have children? I could not stop the flood of ideas.
I have read about writers who talk about being a conduit for their work and now I understand: As I wrote this book, I could see the scenes playing out in my head. On my long runs while training for a half-marathon, I’d envision what the characters were doing and when I sat down to write the words just flowed out of me. Often, I’d sit on the back sofa with the laptop and try desperately to type the scenes out as I could see what was happening—like a movie was playing in my head.
As weird as this might sound, I often felt that I channeled the words of Cinderella or the Silver Fox—that I was their personal medium. I told my wife this and she said, “But you wrote the story. You created the characters.” I agreed, but when I wanted Cinderella to go down one path, she’d often go down another. I couldn’t make her do what I wanted her to do. While writing, her personality crystalized for me and I clearly began to know who she was, what she yearned for and why. I listened to her and wrote her story. I know that I’ll be asked many questions about the Silver Fox and I will simply say this: In the first draft, I didn’t discover his character until more than 2/3 of the way through the book. Once I created him, I realized that I had to re-write the book as he was central to it. My first readers really loved him and wanted more and I couldn’t disagree. He makes the book worth reading.
While writing Cinderella’s Secret Diary, I knew that I wanted the central theme to be about female empowerment. My closest friends know that I am not a fan of Disney and the whole Princess thing. I wanted to write a story about a young woman who was a Princess but then had to overcome many challenges to find out who she truly is. With that said I’ve dedicated the book to my daughter.
I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the book and am already planning on writing the next. I hope you choose to read it and, if you like it, share it with friends and family. I believe it’s a story that needed to be told.
Cinderella's Secret Diary (Book 1: Lost)
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How Writing Changed My Life
Seventeen years ago I had an important decision to make. I didn't know at the time that the decision would change my life forever in such a drastic way that the ripples still could be felt all these years later. But that's how life is. A few days before February 10, 1995 I remember calling my friends up and asking for help, but the declines kept coming in. I called or emailed all my friends asking if they would come support me at a poetry reading at a Borders bookstore near Villanova University. I tried asking people in the graduate program I was attending, close friends and old friends, but everyone had plans that night.
I had come to a fork in the road and needed to make a decision: Would I risk going by myself to read some of my poetry to a good several dozen strangers or would I stay home and play it safe? My initial thought was to seed the audience with a few of my friends so that if people hated my work then at least I'd have some people clapping at the end. Standing up in front of a group of strangers and reading a piece of your writing can be intimidating.
At that time in my life, I was finishing my Masters in English Literature, was working full-time and wanted to be a writer. So the day of the reading came and I remember being at home and, honestly, being a bit frustrated with my friends. How many events had I gone to over the years supporting people or being there for them? More than I could count. Why was no one there for me when I needed help? And then, I heard a tiny voice inside me, and I listened. The path that I wanted to walk on in life would often be challenging and I knew that if I wanted to be a writer that I needed to overcome my fear and couldn't sling blame at my friends. They simply couldn't (or didn't want to) come with me that night. And that was that.
I shook off the negative attitude and drove up to the reading. Yes, I had butterflies in my stomach. Yes, I feared failure. And, yes, I understood that one reading wouldn't change my life forever, but I was wrong about that. It's funny how life can be--if you're open to it. I arrived at the reading and remember a good many people being there. I remember seeing my friend John who worked part-time at Borders. I remember going up to the podium, but I don't recall what I read or the reaction from the audience. I simply remember that it was a positive experience and pretty average in the grand scheme of things.
But I have not forgotten what happened afterward. I went up to my friend John and started talking to him about one of our graduate classes as I helped him fold up the chairs. We were chatting away when I suddenly saw this tall woman with short blonde hair in her early 20s, wearing a long dark green coat come up to John and say hello. He introduced me to her and said, "This is Karen." And that's how I met my wife. God willing, we'll be married for 12 years this summer and now have two wonderful children together--all because I chose to go to a poetry reading on my own.
What I like so much about serendipity is that I fought really hard against going to the poetry reading alone. I wanted one of my female friends to come with me. If one of them had gone, the dynamic would have been different. I wouldn't have been alone and the implication would be that I was dating one of them. I really laugh at this because I remember how frustrated and upset I was that no one would go with me that night. But if they had?
Funny how life is sometimes. Writing changed my life because it's influenced how I make decisions. I try really hard to work against fear (of rejection, failure, abandonment, etc.) and to coin a phrase: Push outside of my comfort zone. If I didn't write and choose to go to the poetry reading that night, I wouldn't have met my wife and have the life I now have. Where would I be? It's not worth the time wondering about because I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Joseph Campbell once said, "Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls." And you know what? He was damn right.
Ron Vitale is the author of the novel "Cinderella's Secret Diary" and believes that, if you're open to them, fairy tales do come true.
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