When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.
Perhaps the best way to begin this venture with Word Wranglers is to tell you a little about me as an author. I’m a writer of romantic fiction geared toward women my own age (cough...61...ahem). I'd like to find a fitting label for the demographic toward which I aim my work—are these books written for mature women? Older ladies? Women of a certain age? Baby boomers? Grown-ups? None of them really work do they? I’m perseverating on that and I’m open to suggestions.
For a long time, I struggled with the dilemma of writing the stories that are in my heart versus writing what agents and big publishing editors believe will sell. My problem was I was consistently told that although my stories were great and my writing was tight, my characters were too old. I have this conversation regularly with my awesome editor, Lani Diane Rich, and she always insists that I need to write what I want to write. Create the stories and the characters that are in my head and my heart and then put them out there—on my own. Very scary proposition, but I’m doing it and having a helluva good time.
As an indie author, I can tell my stories in my own way. I’m writing my older heroines and people seem to enjoy them, and are asking for more characters who are mature and strong and experienced. Heroines like Julie, my widow struggling to find meaning after losing the love of her life in Sex and the Widow Miles, and Carrie, my single mom raising a teenaged musical prodigy all alone in Once More From the Top.
I hope readers are anxiously awaiting the next Willow Bay books. There’s Sophie’s story, about a 45-year-old shy freelance editor who decides to break out of her shell and have a summer fling with a handsome writer. Instead she finds herself in the middle of 40-year-old mystery that involves sunken treasure and the mother who abandoned her as a baby. And then there’s Sarah, the shopkeeper we met in Sex and the Widow Miles, who comes to Willow Bay from Chicago to get away from the past she thought she’d escaped. And then there is the pile of notes, written on napkins, scraps of paper, post-its, the backs of envelopes, and even the memo app on my phone, that are stories waiting to be written.
So here I am. I’m smiling, I’m grateful, and I’m thrilled to be a part of Word Wranglers. I look forward to talking to you on Tuesdays each week. I love comments and conversations, so talk to me, okay?