I've written since I was 6 years old. From the very first time I wrote "The End," I knew from the urge to jump on every piece of furniture in the house that I'd found my calling. So why is, that now, at 35 years old, I finally consider myself a writer?
Mindset.
I wrote as a child, driven by the seat of my pants, for years. I finished two handwritten novels when I was 13. I knew, I knew that writing was my future.
And then life interfered.
My parents separated when I was 14. Our family split apart, with my father and baby brother moving one direction, my mother and I staying put and my older brother on his own path. I was in pain and I couldn't see out of it. Though I still wrote for myself, I'd lost the drive I felt at such a young age. In my teens, writing became something that just helped me stop from drowning. It was personal, internal and too painful to consider a reality.
In my twenties, I stopped writing. I'd lost the connection to my emotions, and how can one write emotion when you won't allow yourself to feel it? I still recall the day I sat and thought about how long it had been since I'd written a single story. I was twenty-nine, and the last time I had sat down to write, I had been 20. Nine years. Years that I'd disconnected myself from the things that brought me the most joy and satisfaction – writing, playing the piano. Because in order to stop the pain, I'd stopped the other emotions as well.
So that day, I looked in the mirror. And I mean, truly looked. I stared at the woman I'd become, and sadly wondered what had happened to the young girl who'd been told she was too nice by her friends. I wondered what happened to the young girl who felt in the tips of her toes that writing was her calling. Instead, I'd become sarcastic. I'd become closed. And I still hurt.
I didn't like her. I didn't want people to comment on my biting sarcasm. I wanted the girl back who smiled when someone called her nice. I wanted to be nice again. It was a deciding moment for me, for I choose who I wanted to be. A year later, I could finally look in the mirror and say, I like you.
And from there, life opened up for me. I met and married the wonderful man who is my husband. We had a beautiful child. And I wrote. I started anew, with a brand new outlook, ideas and all the belief and excitement I'd felt as a young girl. I knew I had a lot to learn, and so I studied. I joined critique groups and used my first novel as an adult as a learning tool. I wrote, rewrote and revised until I had a basic grasp of the skill of writing a romance novel. And then I kept writing.
This past August, after five years of writing, rewriting and devoting myself to simply learning all I could, I finished that novel. And yet still, I didn't feel like a writer. I was ecstatic, excited and relieved (and a little sad), but writing was just something I did when I had time. I would not have defined myself as a writer or my career as writing.
Then, the Golden Heart contest opened for entries and while I was working on polishing my novel, I decided to enter. It was the push I needed to focus and complete my revisions. It was the push I needed to write the query, to finally work on the synopsis. And it gave me the push I needed to send those queries out. And even then, I didn't feel like a writer. Even then, I would not have defined my career as a writer.
I received two responses from my queries – one asking for more and one saying, 'No thank you.' It took the combination of those two queries to sit at my computer and feel like a writer. It took the validity of proof that writing was a business, and I had just made it my business.
So now…if you ask me what my career is, if you ask me who and what I am…I will tell you this: My name is Jeannie, I'm a mother, a wife, and a writer.
And that, my friends, is a very good day indeed.
Status Quo:
Something About Her Queries: 9 sent
1 rejection, 1 request for partial (yay!), and 7 unreplied still
1 comment
I’ve written a couple of stories since I was in the 5th grade but I didn’t think at the time that I would want to become a writer. It wasn’t until I really got into reading romance novels that I started to think of it as a possibility. When I entered High School I knew that I would do anything to become like my favorite romance writer Nora Roberts.
I’ve just finished my first year of college (I’m 18 years old by the way) and I will be starting my summer vacation next week. I have planned my whole college career on the bases of getting my BA in English and History. I have also planned to find an Intership in a Publishing company once I am able to apply.
This summer I will be sitting down at my computer with my 3 “how to” books on writing romance and I will be writing my first manuscript. Once I get a steady part-time job I will join the Romance Writers of America group and their local chapter in NYC. I will attend as many workshops and writing classes as I can. I am determined to become a published romance writer and I will make it!