Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Yesterday my husband and I celebrated our 47th wedding anniversary. It's difficult to believe that time can go by so fast. I remember my mother telling me that in your mind you remain the same young person you were in your early twenties or even in school. I now understand what she meant. It really is only the body that ages while your psyche keeps the illusion of youth.
These later years have not been without the difficulties though. In 2002, my husband suffered a heart attack which came at a very inopportune time. We were in the middle of leaving our home of 36 years and moving to a townhouse in the countryside. (well, of course, there's probably never a good time for a heart attack) We were fortunate that it didn't do too much damage and with the help of two stents and a careful lifestyle, we were able to settle into our new home.
But sixteen months later, the stress of both his illness and the move took its toll, when I was diagnosed with Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma and chose to undergo five months of aggressive chemotherapy. Again, happily for me the treatment worked and this narrow escape was the catalyst for me to think about writing a novel as I had always intended to do. So began an adventure that has lasted five years now. (More about this to come.)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


I have taken a rather long hiatus from my blogging. I guess it's because as one ages, your brain can only handle so much at a time, and I decided way back at the end of last year, to once again enter my fledgling novel into the Amazon contest. I worked hard for a month or two giving the novel what I thought was a pretty thorough edit. As well, I came up with a new name for it.
It all started out fairly well as I passed through the "pitch" part of the contest and progressed to the quarter finals. My Amazon Vine Reviewer reviews were pretty favorable and I felt wonderful. Maybe this time I was going to be discovered.
But on the fateful day the Publisher's Weekly reviews came out, mine was horrible. In spite of several writing instructors and even one literary agent telling me that my book was a compelling read, this fellow absolutely hated everything about it. For awhile I was devastated. But then I started checking those of authors like Ken Follett and Diana Gabaldon and they all have some terrible reviews amongst the good ones. I guess it goes with the territory and one just must develop a tough hide. I wonder if it's a little late in life for that.
Never mind. Some day I'll publish that book. But right at the moment, I'm not holding my breath.