We hear over and over how writing is a solitary profession. Bullfeathers! Oh, I’ll grant you that the actual writing in done by yourself, but would any of you have it any other way? How would you get anything done if you were sitting in an office with a bunch of other writers? It’s bad enough for those of us who have (or in my case, had) young children in the house. I used to tell my kids that unless their emergency involves fire or blood, if they interrupted me while I was writing, they WOULD become child abuse statistics. That’s how my older son learned to approach me by saying “Mommy? I wuv Mr. Spock!” He knew that would make me laugh and forgive him.
But even if you live in an ideal world… The kids who leave you alone. The husband who manages the house. No phones, no delivery men, and no Jehovah Witnesses on the porch…you still aren’t alone. I know that any time I’m stuck on my manuscript, help from my writer friends is no farther than an email or phone call. If I need to strengthen a weak skill, there is always a workshop or conference that will help me. And if you’re lucky like me, you have friends who love you enough to give you the truth about your work.
So, I want to acknowledge the people in my life who help make my writing such a joy. To Debbie who showed me the signposts when my road was so confusing. To Caron and Gloria for all the unfailing support when it looked like I’d never make the second sale. To Marilyn, Susan, Meg, Linda, and all my other RWI sisters who keep me grounded and with loving determination, nag me into becoming a better writer.
And a special thanks to those who were my first readers…the Great Broads of the Galaxy. They’d rather read my Star Trek, but still are proud of my success in romance.
To all of you….thank you. And I love you all!