![]() ![]() The book I am working on right now, with the working title ONLY THE BEAUTIFUL, is inspired by a rather sad Supreme Court case involving a young woman named Carrie Buck. My first novel was published when I was 44, and I have been in this lane ever since. I finally concluded I would rather live with rejection then regret. But it wasn't until I was 42 that I summoned the courage to try writing a novel even though I had wanted to do so for a long time. My first professional writing gig was working for a newspaper, a job I started in my 30s. I’ve since learned though that you can do a job you love and it may even take you to the mat at times but you can still love it. I didn't want writing to turn into that kind of drudgery. I also I stupidly thought that if I did it make writing my job I would tire of it because I saw too many people coming home from the work week tired, longing for the weekend, and dreading Mondays. ![]() I didn't think of it as anything I would do professionally. In my teen and early adult years I thought my writing was just for fun, as kind of a therapy for me, more recreational than anything else. I have always loved to write, even when I was a little girl. ![]()
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