Writing to me is like the oxygen in the lungs, I need it in order to live. I often tell people it saved my life more than once.
With the discovery that you desire to be a writer, is disappointing. If you weren’t Stephen King or Dean Koontz the statistic of being successful is almost as great as winning the lottery. Back then, there was no internet or writing community that would give courage.
However, my first publication of a poem was displayed in a high school literary magazine. Was it validation to what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life?
Nope had to go to college, go into the medical field and be absolutely miserable was what my family wanted from me.
Back then I wasn’t willing to give up not yet there was a local author coming to a book signing. As a newbie I had so many questions and I thought she would answer them.
She stated in order to be an author one must live a little before any words come down on a piece of paper.(I swear my family got to her first)
Note to that author, If I could remember your name, I would like to give you a tongue lashing. For those years you told me to go out and live. ( All I can say is, thanks a lot for stomping on a teenager’s dream). I took the advice to heart and gave it all up.
So I went out party from the time I turned twenty one till I came home one night, kicked the bottom of my bed because Deverine really pissed me off. Perhaps now I should thank him because a binder appeared, it was my very first novel. I often think when that moment happened, a light shown through the book. (Like the opening scene in Charmed where Prue, Phoebe and Piper stood together in front of the Book of Shadows)
I picked it up and started to read it.
A touching moment is when you remember what brought you there, they say when something lost and you find it, it always belongs to you. Perhaps the universe was sending me a message.
The next day I got up and began to type the story in the computer. Each word brought me back, it gave me strength and I was happy. So I went back to college, I took one course Fiction Writers Workshop and I learned one thing, this is was my destiny I was born to write.
So I wrote a poem, called Bound, it is also published in a college literary magazine.
Even after I decided to go to college for writing, I also fell in love with dog shows (which isn’t any easier, there are lot of people out there ready to stomp on that dream too)There were others who tried to talk me out of writing. Cindy Spangler even brought a publisher author to talk to me at one of my dog training days. The author stated, it was a hard industry to crack in to and I should find something for an income.
Hell, been there did that.
However, the universe sent me several things, Cindy Lee who has been my critique partner for over fifteen years, Becky Dickson and Ranee Dillion and a program that would simply help you with your dream.
So any new writers out there need validation go here…http://rebeccatdickson.com/
Currently I have one finished novel Because of You and my newest upcoming novel entitled Dharma Girl which is midway done. Look for both to be released very soon.