Tuesday, June 16, 2015

10 Years a "Writer"



Today, I logged in to my writing laptop for the first time in I'm not sure how long. I sent out some queries and then looked back into my query history. I have been querying varying manuscripts for almost ten years. I know to some that sounds pathetic, or even a sign that I should just stop. Obviously, if I haven't hooked an agent in ten years, it's probably because of me, but I REFUSE to believe that. I, honestly, must believe that it's all about timing.

I look back at my journey over the past ten years, and holy moly, it's been quite the journey. When I first started writing and querying and all that, I was HORRIBLE. I wrote a "book" called Confessions of a Serial Dater geared towards Chick Lit. I gave it to a friend to read, who hated it. I tried querying it the old fashioned way (snail mail), but after just about a year, I threw it in the garbage - literally. It's gone. I sometimes regret that. Anyway, after that was All's Fair in Love and Texts. After years of querying, I opted to self-publish on Amazon. It's not done poorly, but it's been a long time. Then came Keridwen. My story of druid magic and a girl named Caitlyn. This was my favorite. It, too, went onto Amazon after years of querying.


After Keridwen, I went through a period of mourning - both as a writer and a human. As a teacher, I realize life is a cycle, but for the second time in five years, I lost a student who meant quite a bit to me and my family. Randy died in combat in Afghanistan. The devastation knocked the wind out of me, and all I could do was write. I knew I was a failure at finding an agent (being good in my mind), but writing made me feel better as I worked through my grief. To Where and Back was my work of sadness. It, too, went onto Amazon after not getting anywhere with an agent. After that I took a very long break trying to figure it all out.

Then I got the itch again in 2013. I wrote Waiting for Heaven (first draft) in nine days. Whoa! What an accomplishment everyone told me. I edited, rewrote, edited, rewrote, and more. I queried, but only a few agents. I have to admit, I'm skiddish about the whole thing, but today I sent out seven more. Who knows? I need to at least try. 

Now I want to write again. The first six months of this year have been quite the challenge. It began with me starting a new job at a fantastic school. It was going great, but on March 1, it all changed. My 10 year old son was hospitalized and diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. The "new normal" has altered our world. In May, 12 year old daughter was referred to Shriner's Hospital. Her left leg is one centimeter shorter than her right and causing her scoliosis, as well as a 2 centimeter tilt in her hips. The soonest she can be seen is October, so until then, she has supports in her shoes. My husband, graduated from college in March, and he has been interviewing for teaching jobs since April. He's been on five interviews, but nothing has happened yet, but I know it will. 
Timing in this life is everything. I have faith that things will turn around, and because of that, I'm going to start writing again. I have two projects in my pocket, but I am now wondering about a third. Perhaps something will happen with Waiting for Heaven. If not, it's ok because there is always Amazon.

I've been a "writer" for ten years, and I hope to be one for ten more years - at least. :)

Bye for now.