The thrill of being able to say that I’m a published author is one that I don’t think I’ll ever lose. I’ve been very lucky working with fabulous editors, having such gorgeous covers and being a part of a fabulous community of publishers, authors, readers and bloggers.
The road to publication wasn’t an easy one by any means and I learnt a lot along the way. From rejections of early attempts at romance novels—including one from a major publisher when I submitted my first attempt at a medical romance—to a few revise and resubmits, I developed a better understanding of what worked and what didn’t, and how hard it actually is to write a full length novel.
I’ve always written, and as a child I used to enter writing competitions. This continued when I went to university but then, as life became busier, writing took a back seat. I nursed the dream to be published when my children were young, but I spent a lot of time procrastinating rather than actually writing, which meant that once the rejection of my medical romance came, I didn’t get going again for quite some time.
Then a few years ago, my husband encouraged me to really try again. He encouraged me and supported me and I will always be grateful to him for having that faith in me. When I stumbled a few times along the way, he kept telling me I could do it, and the fact that he believed in me kept me going.
My own experiences mean that I would encourage aspiring authors to keep trying. The success of the ebook industry means that there are more opportunities to become a published author than ever.
I am in awe of other authors and of how they create such wonderful worlds within their stories. Even though I’ve been through the creative process myself, it still amazes me when I read a line that takes my breath away or when a plotline brings tears to my eyes. I am an avid reader, although working and writing mean that I don’t have as much time for reading these days, but when I get the chance to immerse myself in a book, it’s divine.
Sometimes, looking back, I wonder why I didn’t try harder sooner to get published, or to at least finish writing a novel. But a flick through my photo albums provides the answer to that. I was working, striving to earn a living and to build a home, then before I knew it, I had two beautiful children to care for. They took my time and energy and some days I could barely brush my hair, let alone create my own stories. So for me, the time wasn’t right then. But it is now.
(I know many talented authors who have young children yet still write, and my hat goes off to them!)
So if you’re harbouring a dream to write, then go ahead and do it. Put aside some time (and your fears) and make a start. Whether you’re a plotter or a pantser, it doesn’t matter. If the time is right for you, then take the time to write.
And good luck!