Years ago, my kids declared they could eat pizza every single day. Not long afterward, we found a pizza deal for our son’s birthday party...buy one, get one free. Oh, the leftovers! They ate pizza until they wept in despair.
It wasn’t long, though, when their appetites for those big round red pies returned in full force.
My point isn’t being careful what you wish for. It’s...the joy of writing can’t happen without some slices of “despair”, some bad tastes, some stomach aches. I love the written word. I remember grasping in my little left hand my giant, first grade pencil. I remember reading Little Women when I was eight, promising myself I’d be a writer someday. But instead of a nasty little sister who burned my manuscript in the fireplace, I discovered a long and winding road.
But wow, have I learned much and enjoyed all the twists and turns!
Wonderful, supportive editors, practically friends, supplant the snarky one who destroys confidence along with endless track changes. A short, heart-felt email from a reader heals the misery of a vile review.
The touch of my daughter’s hand makes up for a lean sales report when she says, Mom, the story works for me.
Sometimes I want to kick the computer out my upstairs writing-room window so I can concentrate even more on the grandkids...carve out time and actually read somebody else’s book. Maybe even catch up on the 14 episodes of Justified’s last season I’ve got moldering in the DVR...
But a new story is percolating. My editor has just said, write this for me. I can’t say no, because the joy inside works better than caffeine or red wine.
I’m a writer. I can’t help myself. This joy--it, well, it just is.
In a totally unrelated question, what’s the food you never get tired of? I ask, because I’m giving away a PDF or Kindle copy of my contemporary inspirational novella, Hearts Crossing Ranch. If you’ve ever wanted to take a city-slicker wagon train trip, this might just be the book for you!
A beautiful city slicker and a rugged cowboy…The perfect Wild West adventure.
Cowboy Kenn Martin bears the guilt for allowing a coach to ruin his younger brother’s bright athletic future. Feeling unworthy of any happiness, he’s lost his faith in relationships and in God. When he meets Christy Forrest, he begins to hope for redemption but soon learns his past mistakes aren't something she'll easily forgive.
On the Colorado wagon train adventure planned by her late father, landscape designer Christy Forrest seeks to find peace in the nature she loves. However, she can't let go of her anger at the drunk driver who killed her dad—or the woman who did nothing to stop the man from driving. Falling for Kenn Martin begins to lighten her heart…until she realizes the handsome cowboy carries heavy a burden all his own—a burden she’s not sure she can accept.
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