The Writing Road

I meant to write about the road not tak­en today, to fret about missed oppor­tu­ni­ties in the past. I won­dered, what would have hap­pened had I tak­en anoth­er road? Some years ago I went, with a group of women, to vis­it our state house. We were greet­ed by our new state rep­re­sen­ta­tive, a neigh­bor. When my friend informed him I’d just had a chil­dren’s sto­ry accept­ed by a major mag­a­zine, he asked me if I’d like to work for him, cor­re­spond­ing with vot­ers. Although I knew he’d hired anoth­er neigh­bor whose spe­cial­ty was design­ing love­ly bou­quets to help him with pub­lic rela­tions, I remind­ed him it was a chil­dren’s mag­a­zine, hard­ly fare for adults. Some years lat­er, after I start­ed writ­ing mys­ter­ies, I’d think, what if I had tak­en him up. Just think, I then could have writ­ten mys­ter­ies about the ins and outs of polit­i­cal life, and point to my expe­ri­ence. Per­haps that would have inter­est­ed agents and pub­lish­ers. And, I might have closed this post with advice for the young—jump at every oppor­tu­ni­ty.

But, I don’t want to talk about that today. Instead, I like the road I’ve actu­al­ly tak­en. Today I real­ized it was only six years ago when, after a few hun­dred agent rejec­tions, despite a few nib­bles along the way, after writ­ing and rewrit­ing sev­er­al books, I almost decid­ed to start a blog and give way my old­est, most rewrit­ten man­u­script chap­ter by chap­ter. But first, in June, 2009, I decid­ed to give small pub­lish­ers a try. Final­ly, I suc­ceed­ed with the third pub­lish­er I con­tact­ed. And they worked fast. By August they asked to buy it. By Octo­ber 1, it was edit­ed, copy-edit­ed, cov­er designed with my input, and pub­lished. A few days lat­er, I turned 80. But, with that accep­tance, I felt val­i­dat­ed.

The book was love­ly. My friends bought it and loved it. How­ev­er, it did­n’t make much of a splash. I’m grate­ful to that small pub­lish­er for actu­al­ly giv­ing me the belief that my writ­ing was of val­ue. But when my two-year con­tract ran out, I did­n’t renew it, but took back my rights. With the new ease of self-pub­lish­ing, I could do just as well on my own. I had anoth­er mys­tery ready to pub­lish. Since then I’ve also pub­lished a YA mys­tery and a non-fic­tion nar­ra­tive of my father’s adven­tures as a young man. I’ve had short mys­ter­ies pub­lished as well. And, I have a sequel of that first mys­tery just about ready to meet its pub­lic.

So, per­haps I missed an oppor­tu­ni­ty years ago. No mat­ter. I don’t live in the past. I can remem­ber the past, think fond­ly of what has tran­spired, see my chil­dren and their chil­dren suc­ceed, enjoy life with my hus­band. I also look for­ward to the future and what will tran­spire.

My path took me down anoth­er road. I like this road just fine. How about you and your writ­ing path? Are you hap­py with the road you’ve tak­en?


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