This is generally where the author writes a whole bunch of interesting and exciting stuff about her life.
I was born in Montreal, Quebec but now live in Southern Ontario with my husband. I’ve raised two kids, mothered three dogs, and herded a few cats. Other than that, my life was fairly routine until I hit the age of 50. Some women get tattoos. I decided to write a book. A little tardy, but then again, Mum always said I was a late bloomer.
I’m not telling you.
No. I wrote about that here: For Perspiring Authors: Step One That post is the first of many that charts my journey from the start of writing Hedi’s story to winning my agent, Deidre Knight, through the Speed-Dating-With-Deidre contest hosted on The Knight Agency blog.
Yes. With all the hell that implies.
Indeed I do. St. Martin’s Press has contracted me for four books. I’m delighted to add that the UK has picked up on the Mystwalker series too!
Read. Write. Delete. Critique. Push. Re-write. Learn. Enjoy. And here’s the final one, which took me six months to understand: The scene that you don’t want to add to your book—because it will rip your heart out to live through it—is the one that must be written.
Not in the least. I asked my talented photographer to scrape 5 years off in post production. She must have misheard me because my face hasn’t been that wrinkle-free since my kids starting driving.
The pink stuff for your stomach, determination, perseverance, and writer pals, who will threaten you with death and humiliation if you dare to give up. A mentor helps too:-)
I’m still not telling you.
Sorry to disappoint, but I was the kid with the speech impediment in grade school and the wrong hem-length in high school. Let’s not even discuss college, where I discovered all the things that were cool and not so cool, and realized that I probably fell into the latter category. Truth be told, I doubt I’ll ever be awesome, but damn, I keep trying.
Yes. Never give up. Ever. Even bad things eventually turn around. Take that from someone who’d all but farmed herself out into the pasture.
You can reinvent yourself. You truly can.