I had a great time at Reader Author Get Together ‘16. This was my 10th, or maybe 11th time attending out of the 12 years Lori Foster has been hosting the event. I love Lori Foster. She’s super. Oh, I love and adore Sam Cheever & Mechele Armstrong too, but they’re my dear friends. My first time meeting the lovely Lora Leigh.
I’ve been back to getting fit for about 4 weeks now. I’ve gained 80 lbs since I had my left eye removed a few years ago. So far I’ve lost 7 lbs. Although, I may have gained them all back at RAGT. I didn’t count calories, or exercise. I’m taking this life change day-by-day.
I go to the corneal specialist Thursday. I’m really looking forward to getting the rest of my stitches out from the corneal transplant I had over a year ago. I don’t think it’s ever going to heal right. And the doctor keeps pushing stitch removal back and back. But maybe he’ll surprise me….
When I first started professionally writing I felt guilty for not spending time with family. At the time I was a full-time student so if I was writing I also felt guilty for not studying harder. I’d felt guilty for being forgetful. There were phone calls to family members and e-mails to friends that I’d meant to return right-a-way but characters can be such a distraction. Working through the guilt and balancing my different hats was a circle.
In the beginning of my writing journey I had very little support outside of those interested in the writing industry. In fact, my ex-husband went out of his way to keep me away from the computer. I was sole chauffeur to my four children. When you’re married and have kids you tend to do everything for them, and little for yourself. I also drove my mom where she needed or wanted to go. Then when my dad was diagnosed with cancer I became his nurse. No one had ever warned me of the time when I’d be caring for both my children and my parents. So countless nights I’d compose stories into the wee hours of the morning. Any and all “me” time I used to write.
I had no sympathy. No one in my life understood that writing made me happy, that it fulfilled me in ways I couldn’t explain. Yes, I was writing to get published, but I was also writing because it’s a part of me, and a part I had been missing for years. It wasn’t until I finaled in a contest that my ex-husband took notice of my “hobby.” And it wasn’t until I published my parents and sister admitted I might be onto something… I really felt like I’d been “waiting” for something. Perhaps it was permission to pursue my own dreams.
Oddly enough, it took me quite some time to admit guilt is also procrastination. If I felt guilty, and did the stuff my family wanted me to do -and on their time table- then I did’t have to work on my WIP. Who knew procrastination is oh-so-sneaky?
Nowadays I’m a taskmaster and those that know and love me realize writing stories is far more than a hobby– it’s a career I love. But occasionally even today if I miss something special I’ll feel a tiny twinge of guilt. I’ve missed my youngest daughter’s birthday twice already because I’ve committed to attend the RT conference. When the niggling of guilt gets to me I remind myself that I’m spending time doing something that truly fulfills me. Mothers tend to serve everyone else in their family, why not ourselves? I’ve made huge sacrifices to write when they’ve slept, or spent weekends doing fun stuff. I like to think my perseverance is also teaching my peeps that when you really want something, you have to work hard for it.
JOURNEYS OF LOVE every woman needs to take.