I hardly ever “talk writing” in my blog (other than saying I got my book mailed off, etc)–for several reasons. I don’t want to bore readers who might be cruising by. I write all day; I don’t want to talk about it afterward. Once I get started, you can hardly stop me (this post being a fabu example). But hey, it’s the weekend and everyone is sleeping or at Wal-Mart, so I’ll just wax enthusiastica for a moment and no one will care. 😆 .
I’ll intersperse with some ridiculous photos from my office to break up the monotony–my bookshelf where I shelve one copy of every book I’ve had published with stacks on the side of foreign editions; an example of posters of my covers that hang on the wall of my office; the bookshelves in my office; and the mess on the floor of my office because I am a PIG.
I love writing. I love words. Words are like music to me. I love to put them together and weave them into a story. I love how they look on the screen, on the page. I love to type them. I LOVE WORDS. I love every story I’ve ever written, even the early published ones that I’m almost too embarrassed to give away (but somehow bring myself to anyway, LOL). I don’t love my stories because I think they’re perfect–I love them the way I love my children even when they misbehave.
I love my three unpublished completes that never saw the light of day extra cuz no one else did. Like the totally unmarketable book with a French professor and a vineyard owner. Another one was set at a small town newspaper. The third one was my one attempt at writing a cowboy/ranch story. I learned that wasn’t for me but I loved that story. I love all my unbought proposals, too (which are legion)–my faves are Secret Agent Man (a comedy/suspense blend that got wonderful rejections but no one knew what to do with it–there was a fun mafia thing going on), Hooked on a Feeling (really fun, had an Elvis impersonator!) and My Big Fat Fake Wedding (my sort of chick lit!). I love writing comedy (and did a bunch of them for Precious Gems), but my branding is too entrenched in dark romantic suspense/paranormal to veer off into romantic comedy right now–so I’ve set those proposals aside. I’ve learned to incorporate my need for comedy into black humor in my dark books. Another proposal I loved was I Want You to Want Me –a family/relationship story. Doesn’t fit my current career goals, but I loved that story even though every editor on the planet did NOT.
I have dozens and dozens of other unsold proposals on the shelf, and whenever I pick them up and flip through, it’s like visiting old friends and I’m pretty sure they found their happily ever afters without me. I’ve been rejected literally hundreds of times over the years. I was counting for awhile but when it got over 100 I stopped because it didn’t matter to me anyway. I can’t imagine another job. I’ve tried so many other things–I’ve worked at every crappy job you can from being a cashier at a diner to working a laundromat checkout to McDonald’s. I’ve had professional jobs, too–I’ve been a secretary, a reporter, and a teacher. I wouldn’t do one of those jobs again if you held a gun to my head. You would have to HOLD a gun to my head to get me to stop writing. It’s true what they say–find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. That’s me.
My first book was published 12 years ago and I think I feel more passion today for writing even than I did then. When I write that beautiful sentence, the just-right hook at the end of a chapter, that resolution that makes me cry, or see that stack of finished pages that amazingly is a complete book, that is awesome. I love writing. And now you know why I get cut off when I’m giving workshops and why I never talk writing in my blog. You can’t get me to shut up. :yes: