I’m celebrating my sixth anniversary of being a published author today. Though I could possibly have celebrated it when I received the offer letter, or even when I signed the contract, I’ve always counted today, the day PRIVATE PROPERTY actually released to the public, as being the day I should mark on my calendar.
It’s been a bumpy journey, filled with highs and lows. Opportunities I never expected, and challenges too. While I wish I was more prolific, as my hubby continues to say to me “if I showed you your webpage and your current booklist back before you were published, you’d be thrilled, wouldn’t you?”
He’s right. I would have been. Because despite having to deal with my father’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis in 2008 and his subsequent death in 2010, my mother’s stroke six months later, followed by taking her on numerous trips to the ophthamologist as she lost her vision the next year, despite the days helping her pack and move, despite the weeks and months educating ourselves about my husband’s diabetes diagnosis, or the numerous trips for Xrays and trips to specialists for the various illnesses my sons have had, and even more for my own hypothyroid diagnosis and all the issues that’s caused, despite the new stresses involving either my husband’s loss of his job or a transfer that would require us to sell our house and move … well, we’re not quite sure where yet, but it would be out of our area code anyway, that we face, I’m still writing. Be it all so slowly. And with a lot less hubris than I had back in 2009.
But this I promise will continue: I will always deliver a story that’s written to the best of my ability, one that has been professionally edited and has not been dashed out just for the sake of having another release on my “Coming Soon” page. I will not put out a story unless I’m proud of it and have fallen in love with my characters. In the hopes that you’ll fall in love with them too.