Backtrack to 2008— A train wreck year of a year culminating in the loss of two beloved dogs, the tragic accident and euthanasia of my horse, my father’s late diagnosis and death of lung cancer, and lastly the loss of my livelihood. My layoff, a huge shock was followed by eight months of unemployment with no prospects in sight. I know there are many people reading this who acutely understand this wrenching setback in one’s life.
With real estate plummeting and fear of home foreclosure looming, I sought employment where it could be found — 1,000 miles away in Texas, a temporary solution to an immediate need (so I thought.) A year passed. Our home didn’t sell. My sons joined me. My husband did not. Our marriage was strained.
Fast forward to November 2010 — Our house finally sold but no job for hubby in Texas. After living apart for almost 18 months we were facing the very real prospect of divorce. My second book was finished. I now had two more started. It was time to take a leap of faith. A stupid move in this economy? Perhaps.
I resigned from the job to reconcile my family and pursue writing full time. We tightened our belts several notches and have survived the year.
December 2011 — I’ve had two new releases in as many months, FORTUNE’S SON as Emery Lee and an erotic historical novella, A BREACH OF PROMISE written under a new pseudonym Victoria Vane. As of this week I have six more writing projects in various stages of development, four of which are out on submission. I am no longer discouraged. After forty seven years I have finally discovered myself.
I am a writer.
Writers struggle. Writers sweat. Writers push forward undaunted by rejections, forge ahead heedless of critics. It’s what we are. It’s who we are. We write because we must.
Wishing you all health, wealth, and infinite blessings in the year ahead.