It's been nearly one year since I decided to publish my novel.
As I wrote my first novel, Leaning, my family tolerated my new "hobby". I always considered myself a writer, but I never wrote regularly, at least not after I graduated from college. I wrote pieces, snippets, and parts of "something".
When Jen, Jas, and I (see the My Team page or the My Story page for details) began our coaching group, I experienced a moment of truth.
Jas guided us through some imagery and through that exercise I discovered I wanted to write a novel. I was afraid to say it out loud before. I was afraid of failing, I suppose. It's easier to ignore the thing you want the most when it is also the one thing that frightens you the most. Ignoring it is easier than confronting it, working for it, and possibly failing in the most personal sense. Because failing when you pursue a dream may be the worst possible failure. Everyone dreams but most do not act on those dreams. It's too difficult to consider how to live your life afterwards, knowing you didn't succeed in your dream.
After that coaching meeting, I began to write. I wrote mostly in the evenings after homework, dinner, and dishes. During the evening parade of showers and television for the family. One year later, I held the first rough draft of Leaning. Nine months later I uploaded the final (nearly final--is anything ever?) version.
After I published Lea last summer, my teenage son thought I was finished. He actually yelled at me when I told him I was already working on the second novel. He quietly refused to read it. He started it once, he said.
I should mention here that I work full time. My husband works even more. We live out of town and lead full lives, like most folks these days. On top of that, I now write. I think my son felt I was unavailable to him at times and he didn't like it. Truthfully, he's right. I have a website now. I'm on facebook and twitter. I blog. I go to book signings and attend book club meetings, when I'm asked. I check stats, sales, and reviews. My workload expanded exponentially as soon as I chose to publish.
In December, Kole finally read Leaning. He read it faster than he's ever read a novel--he's not a fiction kid, he prefers history, sports, and "real" stuff. He read it and he enjoyed it.
My daughter felt differently. She's a few years younger than her brother but a voracious reader. She couldn't understand why I wouldn't allow her to read my book. She actually wanted to read it and I wouldn't let her. Then the kids in her junior high began to read the novel. Can you imagine? She was VERY unhappy with me and I admit it, I finally caved. I can provide a list of great reasons but the truth is, it just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that kids her age read the book and she couldn't.
I instigated some very frank conversations before she read it. We talked about fiction; the real versus the unreal. We discussed sex, rape, and violence. Then we talked about it some more.
Now, one year later, it's all different. Emma checks my website and follows my blog. Kole looks at stats with me and offers to beat up the bad reviewers on Amazon. The kids joked over spring break that I can't make any promises for characters in the future until I know who makes it out of the second book alive. "She keeps killing them off!"
And, again, they are right. The plot of my second novel evolves almost as quickly as my life these days.
Up, Up, and Awake:
Bound, coming soon!
Discovery Ski Hill, New Year's Eve 2012
George Carlin Bit Featured in Leaning
And it's Live! Just Like That!
The New Norm
Attention Self Published Authors! Submission Request!
Bound, The Sequel to Leaning
Screen Shot of Leaning on Amazon Best Sellers Page
Chronicles of a Wacky Week and a #1 Novel
Collection of Funny, Family Sayings
It's Never Too Late...
Flaws and Research