In December 2008, with my children in elementary school and my husband’s job in jeopardy I prayed, followed by countless hours searching for a job. The answer to my prayer: I found the perfect job for him.
This scare prompted me in early 2009 to think about starting a business so we would be prepared when we became empty nesters, so again I prayed. I should’ve asked to grow my C.P.A. clientele, but my love for the profession, for working with numbers had diminished.
Later that year, my son wanted to read a book I thought might not be appropriate. Of course, I wanted to read it first. The love for reading I suppressed for years reawakened. I devoured teen books but switched to adult romance books because the teen romance books didn’t have enough hope in them. Reading became an addiction, worse than when I was in high school. I gave up television months later.
In 2011, on a night too wired to sleep, I opened up my laptop to surf the Net. But instead of clicking on my email or Facebook I clicked on Word and began Masquerading Our Love.
I had no plot, no character names, nada.
It didn’t matter because my fingers flew across the keyboard at the same time the words appeared on the screen. I could clearly see these characters; they weren’t characters I tried to fit into the story developing in front of my eyes. They were real. Only readers and writers will get this.
The following morning I showed my husband those first thirty pages. Based on reading six pages he encouraged me to continue. Despite the obligations of being a wife, a mom, and the sixty plus hours of volunteering I finished this book in three months.
The thought “Now what” ran through my head, more than once.
PUBLISH, of course. Duh, anyone?
Not having any clue, I joined critique and Facebook writing groups, as well as the Florida Writers Association (“FWA”). I spoke to agents, acquiring editors, and publishers while continuing to write more books. Based on everything I learned, and an acquiring editor informing me that although they liked my writing and my plot, the couldn’t connect with my main character, I decided to follow the self-publishing route.
After four years working on this novel and others, my close friends and my writing partners encouraged me to publish. My insecurities wanted to silence their voices but because they insisted, I prayed to win a prize in a FWA’s raffle drawing in 2015. In the middle of the crowded room, I closed my eyes and prayed.
A simple prayer: if God wanted me to publish soon then He should allow me to win something. Now I’m not lucky. Maybe I win once every five years, but when my eyes opened they focused on the first number the announcer said. No big deal as more than ten of the twenty tickets I started with it had the same number, then the second, still no big deal. For the rest of the numbers as my eyes read the next number on that one ticket, my eyes didn’t look at any other, the announcer said it. I won a free formatting, valued at $185. Yes, it was time to publish despite my insecurities. And it was time to atart telling my friends and family I hadn’t told.
After that moment I knew that I had to publish no matter how many doubts ran through my mind. From that point on, I won my cover without me remembering I had entered that contest, I won a $150 Amazon gift card, and many other prizes. These wins confirmed my writing path, pushed me forward until I finally published the paperback in October and the ebook in November 2016.
Summarizing the reason why I write: it was an answered prayer from God. And He doesn’t make mistakes.
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