Friday, April 10, 2015
What happens when you have your head down doing revisions is that Very Important Events tend to pass you by.
Back in February we celebrated my husband's birthday (and I didn't miss that!) because it's on a particular day and it was also my father's birthday for 81 years. So it's a day I'm accustomed to celebrating.
Well, yes, but the first one out of the gate. The first book, Dare to Trust, came along two months later. It was followed by the fourth book, Quicksilver Season, two months after that. And the third, To Tame a Wolf, and fifth, A Chance of Rainbows, came out in December the same year.
Thirty years ago!
How could I have forgotten? Beats me. It doesn't seem nearly that long -- and yet so much has happened since.
I've met terrific readers in person and via email from many parts of the world. I've made some wonderful author friends (Kate Walker, Anne Gracie, Maddy Hunter, Sophie Weston/Jenny Haddon, the late great Rose Marie Ferris, Michelle Reid, Linda Benjamin/Jessica Douglass, Peggy Nicholson, Antoinette Stockenberg and Pamela Bauer among others). I've had the privilege of working with many terrific editors who have all done their best to make my books the best they can be. In the publishing industry I've met artists, and art directors, marketing people, copy editors, models and photographers -- all of whom have shared their expertise.
If I'd gone to Australia and New Zealand, I still wouldn't have had the joy of a week at Robyn Donald's house with the creek running through it or have glimpsed the Blue Mountains through the fog with Anne Gracie, Barbara Hannay and Marion Lennox, swapping stories along the way. I wouldn't have traveled along the Cote d'Azur with Jenny Haddon doing research, or trekked all over Europe (kids in tow) to write a book that mirrored our journey -- which we were on so I could write the book.
Just this past week, I lifted my head from doing taxes (why have I never had a tax accountant hero or heroine, I wonder. Maybe art -- mine, at least -- can only be pushed so far!) and looked around for new ideas amid the old. I dug through old magazines and prowled through new sites on the internet. I read articles and took long walks -- and rediscovered the joy of starting afresh.
It doesn't feel as if thirty years have gone by. There are these new people on the horizon (new fictitious people as well real ones) I want to get to know. There are new friendships and old that will intertwine and grow.
In the meantime, while I write, I will count my blessings -- and the joys and friends I've gained through writing books. Thank you for being among them! You have made my life so much richer and more varied than I could ever have imagined!
In the meantime, if you Last Year's Bride, as an ebook, or in the trade paperback duo Love Me, Always with Sara Mayberry's wonderful Make-Believe Wedding.
Keep your eyes open this fall, too, for the story of Cole's brother, Clint, who has come back to Montana -- and the life he thought he'd left for good.