Pamela Tracy here, and yes it happened again. I was sitting with a group of people, and one of them said, "Hey, I hear you're a writer."
I nod, smile, mention Harlequin.
They nod, smile, and mention that when they have time, they're going to write a book.
I find time an interesting concept.
If I had waited until I had time, I'd still be on chapter one of the first book I ever tried to write (It, btw, wasn't a romance. It was a Star Trek TNG. Guinan was the main character, and the Furengi were the villains - go figure.)
Wait! That wasn't my first book. The first book I started was while I was in college (the first time). I wrote a Sci Fi novel along the lines of Kurt Vonnegut (I was so in love with his and Douglas Adams' writings).
For that Sci Fi book, I was a full-time college student who was a full-time waitress and who cleaned apartments on the side. No time.
For the Star Trek book, I was single, teaching elementary school, waitressing at night, and played competitive softball (Hah, something you didn't know about me. Before the chub came, I was athletic.)
Here's the truth. Time didn't land in my lap, ever. I made time. I got up early, stayed up late, and carted notebooks and/or laptops to coffee shops and libraries. I wrote on my honeymoon (I was late on a deadline because I planned a wedding instead of a black moment.)
Today, I'm busier than ever and for the best reason of all....
My advice to you, if you're going to write a book, write a book. IN the time it took you to tell me about it, you could have had 500 words.
Now, hanging my head, here's how I've been spending my time lately when I should have had my butt in the chair working on my next Heartwarming!
|Two nights a week, I'm sitting on a hard bench watching Mike at dive practice.|
He's the small dot straight ahead on the three meter.
I think about bringing my laptop but I can't balance it on my knees and type.
I'm not that gifted.
|One weekend I went to Tucson to give a talk. |
There I ran into other Heartwarming authors like Roz Denny Fox, Patricia Forthyse, and LeAnn Bristow
I think they're getting more writing done than me.
Hmmm, I'm jealous.
|One Saturday I saw saw Marshmallow man from Ghostbusters. |
I'm trying to figure out how to work him into my newest Heartwarming, but he's just not suspensy enough.
|On Halloween, I had to spend time at a Haunted House.|
I wish I'd found a haunted typewriter that would finish the D*#@ book for me.
|No, Donald Trump did not visit my house to check on my writing progress.|
This is one of Mike's friends disguised as Trump for Halloween.
My husband said, "He'll either get a lot of candy or none."
|I was on the Day on Writing Committee at my school.|
We brought in Marshall Trimble, state historian.
Yes, I got to pick the speakers. Way cool.
|I'm involved in Youth Leadership Training for Christ at my church.|
Actually, they put me in charge of puppets and drama.
They said something about not trusting me to cook.
|I also helped plan pseudo Grandma's 80th birthday just a few weeks ago.|