I’ve always been drawn to places where history took place.
Sometimes we need to back away from a project, plan, book, idea . . . and give it time to be. I recently spent two weeks working on a rough draft for a mystery novella. At the end of the two weeks I thought “this is such crap, what was I thinking?” Guess what? I re-read the draft two weeks later and thought “hey, this isn’t half bad!”. It was the same writing, the same approach, the same talent ….
When I first started writing for magazines I managed to collect my (not) fair share of rejection letters. However, I persisted in writing queries and improving my pitch. One day, the dam broke open and I was faced with a choice I was happy to make: Quit my job and jump full force into being a freelancer OR Keep my job and try to eke enough hours out of the day to fulfill my magazine assignments. For awhile, I continued…
When I was ten I wanted to be an archaeologist. I’m not sure if it was the idea of climbing through ancient ruins or the thought of making a world-shaking discovery that became my carrot; whichever it was, it didn’t happen. Instead I fell in love with words and went on to become a writer.