I started my first novel and
was afraid to tell anyone that I was writing. After I had finished my
manuscript, I told my immediate family. Years later I finally got the nerve to
tell my circle of friends, and other family members. They all told me that it
was a great idea, and they can’t wait to read it. I sent it out to publishing
houses, but was rejected over and over. I felt a bit discouraged for a while,
but then I self-published. I sold copies to my family, friends, and to
strangers. The phone calls started coming in with great positive comments about
the book. Even those strangers who purchased books were complimenting me. I was
excited, so I decided to make phone calls to the relatives and friends I didn’t
hear from. They all made a 360-degree turn around. Some of their comments were,
“I don’t like it, Who told you that you could write?, You should find another
profession, Writing is not for you.” This one was a classic, “I didn’t read it.
I put it up on a shelf.” I felt crushed and trampled on, forgetting I had
gotten great compliments. I turned off my computer, and decided to stop
writing, allowing the negatives to weigh heavy on my mind. It took me a while
to realize that these people were being mean, and I should hold on to the
moment of assurance. So here I am with 5 books on the market, Jan’s Mysterious
Adventure, The Forest Is Our Home, Sandy, Leigh’s Story, A Near Fatal Twist and
2 books coming soon…
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