I can pinpoint the moment I decided I wanted to
write a
book. It was almost two years ago now, I was sitting on the couch in my living room and had just finished
reading a really crappy
novel that, for reasons I couldn’t (and still can’t) comprehend, had sold hundreds of thousands of copies.
“What a piece of
crap!” I announced to my
husband as I finished the last page. He patiently tore his eyes away from the
Canucks game on
TV with only a slight sigh (this, my friends, is true
love) and he settled in to listen to the obvious
rant I was about to embark on.
I have always been a passionate and over-enthusiastic
reader, and I feel personally offended when
books don’t live up to my expectations.
Hubbie was aware of this – he knew what was coming but still listened attentively.
“Seriously, how did this get
published? Who reads this stuff?” I demanded.
Hubbie raised an eyebrow but was wise enough not to comment. After seven years together, he’d learned that if he wanted to get back to the
hockey game before the next power play, it would be best to keep quiet, nod in agreement and only let his eyes stray back to the
TV when I wasn’t looking.
“I mean, even I could do better. I could
write a
book way better than this!” I declared, tossing said-
book onto the glass coffee table and missing. I glared at the
book as it was obviously such a piece of junk that it wouldn’t even make a good projectile (this, of course, had nothing to do with my lack or coordination or athletic
ability).
And what does my other and at times (ok, a lot of the time)
better-half say?
“Then do it.”
His eyes went back to the
TV but I didn’t object because I knew he was right – I should do it.
Hubbie had no idea what he’d started.
Why not? I thought. I loved
reading, I loved
writing. I used to begin
writing novels all the time when I was a teenager but back then I didn’t have the focus or the drive to get past the first fifty pages (I was too busy smoking cigarettes and falling in
love). I’d written many a lengthy, University paper since then; my vocabulary, life experience and confidence had all improved since those confused teenaged days… so why not?
And so I began to
write.
A year and a bit later I have completed two, full length
novels (currently I’m nearing completion of my third and have a killer idea for my fourth). The first
book never really took off – it was my first attempt at
writing a
novel and it was
written largely for my own enjoyment; I never really expected that one to get
published. But the second… this one I’d invested a lot more time and
emotion into. This one I had hopes for but after the first few
rejection letters came in (positive but still “no’s” – remember the “
shit sandwich”?
LINK) my optimism began to fade.
I still loved
writing but I was starting to realize there was something missing from the experience for me. What was it? What do you call that thing….? Oh right – an
audience. No one was
reading my work except for me and though I was thoroughly enjoying
writing and was frequently impressed by my own brilliance (I know, I’m ridiculously egotistical in the privacy of my own home) – it wasn’t enough. And that’s when this
blog was born.
Anyone remember my first post,
Exposing Myself (LINK)?. I was so nervous to share my
writing with anyone, even the limited
audience I imagined that might view my
blog. I did it though and I’m so glad I did. Now I barely think twice before hitting the “PUBLISH” button, even knowing that somewhere around 100 people (and counting!) are now viewing my
blog every week. To you
blog veterans, these numbers might not seem so impressive but to me it’s HUGE. It still blows my mind that people are interested in and entertained by what I have to say. The people I’ve met through my
blog, the contacts and connections I’ve made and the
recognition I’m starting to gain are
priceless.
And now the
craziest thing has happened – I’m getting
published!
The second
novel I wrote (which is currently titled “
Amber Frost” but fondly referred to as “Book #2” in my house) will be made available to the
ebook world through
ireadiwrite Publishing (LINK) some time later this year. I hope you’ll understand what a huge understatement it is to say that I’m a little bit excited and kinda proud. Just a little bit.
I’ll be keeping you all updated as things move along but for now I’d just to say a quick
thanks to all the wonderful people who read my
blog each week, to my amazing family and friends who
inspire me, and to my incredible
husband who may at times be a “man of few words” but when he does speak, you’d be stupid not to listen. Thanks for letting me interrupt your
hockey games honey, and sorry for all the nights I’ve made you watch “Glee” and “Gossip Girl” (no apologies for “Dating in the Dark” – you know you
love that crap as much as I do).
Thanks everyone! Your
support means the world to me.
And on that note…
GO CANUCKS!
Suzi