A writer’s life is indeed a
journey and despite the potholes and detours, the scenery makes the trip
worthwhile. Years later, though I hadn’t attracted a traditional publisher
enroute, my efforts had fulfilled me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. Only a
seasoned writer can make that statement with conviction.
Let me explain.
I was eager to do whatever it
took to get my novel noticed. I started blogging, opened a Facebook page, and
most importantly, I joined a local writers’ group.
They convinced me to submit short
stories, which for me were more challenging to write than novels. I was
fortunate to find homes for most of them in anthologies and journals. The contest
wins encouraged me to continue.
Then I penned some exposes of my long
ago career as a small-town lingerie boutique owner to share at weekly writers’
meetings. The members urged me to keep writing these stories, insisting I was
onto something. Each memory led to another until I was re-living the 80s and
90s fashion trade, a different