It's almost Labor Day and I'm celebrating my wonderful job and the opportunity to follow my dream. Being a full-time writer was a dream of mine for a long time. I don't know how long exactly, because for a while it was a 'secret dream' and maybe even a secret from myself!
I loved creative writing in high school. I should have realized it then, but I didn't. Having been a creative soul all my life, I felt the need for a creative outlet especially when I found myself in a very uncreative career...nursing. It put food on the table and allowed me to pay my rent when I was a single mom, but there were days I thought I'd explode if I didn't "make" something. A painting, a craft project, anything!
When I married my terrific husband, I switched to the night shift so I could take a screen writing course at the local state college during the day. I wrote a few romantic comedy screenplays that never saw a screen other than my computer monitor! But I learned lots! One thing I learned about myself was how happy creating stories made me. My husband saw it too.
When the opportunity to write full time presented itself (an inheritence) I made a deal with my hubby. If I paid off the mortgage, he'd pay the regular bills and we'd call it even. And I'd give my dream a shot. I knew my folks would want me to.
At first he saw it as a pipe dream. He gave me one year to get published. A year? I told him that was impossible and let him know what he could do with his year! Well, I set about doing the impossible anyway and went after it like a mad-woman. While writing the book of my heart, I adapted one of my more commercially viable screenplays to novel format. Guess what? One year to the weekend of his ultimatum, I received an offer! Woo Hoo! Take that, hubby! It was from an e-pub, but he never specified. LOL
Now he's on-board completely. In fact, he's one of my biggest fans. I wish I could celebrate my recent successes with my family of origin, but in lieu of that, I have extended family--cousins and one uncle. So, I'm celebrating with them. Tomorrow they're all coming to my home for a reunion. I can't wait to truck out my paperbacks and say, "See what I made?"