Throughout my life, people have praised my writing. High school
teachers, parents, friends -- even my thesis committee --commended me
for my ability. But I couldn't sell a thing to a professional market,
and I couldn't understand why. I had a goal of becoming a published
author and no real understanding of how to go about it. I felt like I
was stumbling around in the dark.
By lucky chance, in 1991, I was invited into the Alternate Historians.
Confident that I could write well, I submitted a story. Then I
experienced my first critique session, and learned what it was really,
truly like to have honest, professional opinions of one's work. Boy, did
it hurt! But I didn't run crying from the room, even though I was quite
tempted to. I kept submitting, and I kept enduring critiques.
Eventually, they were no longer painful. Soon I had my first sale.
Instead of joy, I felt intense relief. I had stuck it out and achieved
my goal.
Goals have a habit of changing, though, so then I set my sights on
selling a novel. I wrote several. "Boring!" cried the critique group. I
tried again, and the next novel sold. At last, I had sold a novel! Two
novels, actually, since it was a two-book deal.
Without the Alternate Historians, that never would have happened. I
never would have been able to look at my own writing objectively enough
to critique it, revise it, and take the rejection of it from agents and
publishers far and wide. Along the way, I learned about the art of
writing, the art of critiquing, and something about perseverence. Since
joining them, I have sold several short stories, a poem, and four novels
(two coauthored with another member of the group). I am now working on
my next goal -- turning this writing thing into an actual full-time
career.
Besides writing, I fill my time with working on my web sites, freelance
copy editing, taking odd jobs, and planning vacations. I have a
wonderful husband, and we are currently owned and managed by our seven
pet rats and two cats. I have a Master's in Anthropology from Kent State
University, and can't get enough of history texts, travel, hugs from my
husband, and little rattie kisses.