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TURNING POINTS my second novel is now available! It can be ordered as a hard copy through justfiction-edition.com. For a cost of $24.90 Euros. In about four or five weeks it will be available at most on-line book vendors, such as Amazon.
Now for those of you who are impressed with the quick succession of books, be advised, this has been a twenty four year long odyssey. I began my writing as a youngster, around age twelve, poetry back then. I always had a talent with rhyme. All of these early works have been lost, which is a pity as I often had creative ways of doing my homework. For example when asked to write an essay about Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, I went one further, writing my own tale in the same meter and pattern as the originals. My teachers never knew what to do with me! When my sister had her first son I was broke, only had enough money to buy a blank hard cover book, which I then filled with little read aloud stories and poems I wrote. When I became a mom myself I wrote a few for my son. Those I still have, typed out on aged paper. I may try to do something with them soon. Then I began to teach. I taught at a local First Nations School and soon discovered that there were few books suitable for the children in my class…so I made my own! Unfortunately those too are lost, all except for one. Then Lupus took hold of me, as well as other muscular problems and I was forced to retire from teaching. Those last two years before I got sick were the hardest. I wore braces on my hands and knees and used a cane, just so I could continue to work. My hours gradually became less. My ability to function more so. Things got so bad for me as I could not use my hands. Fortunately I had planned ahead and made little post-able lesson cards. I made them the last year I worked full time. I could feel my hands going and knew if I wanted to continue teaching I had to adapt. Which I did. I even had a light cart where I was able to put my lesson cards and materials. This I towed around with me, until I couldn’t any longer. Then the understanding staff gave me my own room so the children could come to me. Finally I was forced to go on disability, when my legs gave out.
Those first few years were hard and depressing. I went from useful to useless in a heartbeat. I had to find something to do with myself. Something that could be done in bits and pieces, ten to fifteen minutes at a time when I felt up to it. My husband and son suggested I get back into my writing. So I did. And bit by bit, over time…twenty four years of it…I managed to get a dozen or more stories written. They each took over a year to write. As I finished one I sent it out by snail mail to various publishers. Three works got positive feedback, I met a publisher about one, and had an acceptance for another -Escape From Chickamauga. It was accepted by Southern Belle Publishers, but then the Twin Towers were bombed. Southern Belle was right beside them. They were destroyed, as were my prospects for publication. Sadly I became discouraged. Sending out manuscripts was expensive and I no longer felt up to it. So I put away my several dozen floppy discs, and the printed copies I had and gave the dream up.
Then in 1997 I got the bug again. I realized all those art card lessons I had kept, could make a good book. Mainly they would help any teacher, artistic or not, be able to teach art for grades one through to seven. It wasn’t long before I found myself a publisher, Rainbow Horizons. They still carry my work to this day.
After that success I went and got my old stories out. They needed updating and to be saved on more modern formats. Luckily I still had a computer that had a floppy drive in it. Out came the old floppy discs. I transferred them all onto my new more modern machine and began the slow process of editing and updating. That took me about ten years!
And now here I am. I have been sending work out to publishers since last winter. Finally it has payed off. I now have two works published, with a third waiting in the wings. More I am sure, will come as I work through my other stories.
I guess its true then…good things do come to those who wait!