Another Shout…

Tattoo with Border

Okay, I’m shouting again. Don’t hate, people! I can’t help myself. I am just so darn happy to finally have another manuscript jump out of files cabinets, old spirals, and manila folders and into a book that I can carry in my hand!

I am not in a manic state where I  am writing morning, noon and night. To the contrary, I am dusting off and revising stories that I’ve held onto for some time. The best part is that I have fallen back in love with all things writing.

If you, too, have fallen out of love with writing or if you have struggled to get your work out there, please know that I am a retired teacher (over 3 decades in the classroom), wife, mother and (gulp) grandmother who has for a hundred years (or so it seems) struggled to get my books in print and into the hands of youngsters.

I started pounding out my stories on a typewriter and was overjoyed when “correction tape” hit the market! Up until then, if you absentmindedly left out a word… or sentence… or paragraph, you had to type the entire chapter or book over. There was no internet or click of a mouse to find an editor’s name or publishing house address. That took a trip to the library and the help of a librarian. There was no instant access to an editor or agent’s wish list. You searched library shelves for similar books and made a guess which publisher might like your manuscript.

I didn’t know if an editor sent you a letter with a list of things he/she didn’t like about your manuscript, you should make corrections and send it back for another look. I thought editors were people who told you what they didn’t like. When such information became available on writing websites, it was much too late for me to take advantage of constructive criticism.

All of the things that I didn’t know slowed my progress and my path to publication was excruciating slow and often painful. But as Maya Angelou said “When you know better, you do better”. And so I do.

All of that aside, I believe that God’s timing is perfect. I don’t always understand it at the time, but I know that it is true. Recently, my seven-year-old granddaughter came to spend the night. Tucked in her overnight bag was the book she’s reading in bed every evening. As I reached in her bag to retrieve her book, I met the eyes of Winsley Walker (Winsley Walker & Other Flying Objects) and it was then, that I knew for certain, I’d been given a glimpse of God’s plan for my life. Timing, and all. Divine. Perfect.

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