“Life can’t ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s lover until death – fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.”
~ Edna Ferber, A Kind of Magic, 1963
Writing has always been a source of comfort to me. I found that in my career, whenever I was required to compose something for my company or later for my clients, I was most happy and satisfied. Whether it was a report on our status, a newsletter, ad copy, an annual report, brochure content, or the development of new collateral materials, I was in my element. Of all the aspects of my career in health care public relations and marketing, the written word is what caught my breath. I would volunteer to do extra projects that entailed written work, even if it meant extra hours sans pay.
In life we gravitate toward that which we love to do. And, that which makes us happiest is what we do best. I can remember loving words from the earliest days of school. Other kids would hate spelling and dread English, but I thought it was the most wonderful subject we had. I could not get enough of learning about our language and about books!
Books have captured my spare time and imagination since I was six years old and could read even the simplest ones. Later as a pre-teenager during the summers, I had a contest with my older sister to see who could read the most books… I usually won because she was an artist who spent much time drawing! My love of the written word naturally transferred to keeping a diary and then numerous journals – filled with both poetry and prose.
Looking back it is very clear that I wrote about what I knew as it came from the heart. In school and later in college, I worked on the school paper and the yearbook. I remember the first column I ever wrote with a by-line was as ‘Girls’ Sports Editor’ for my high school as a sophomore. I also wrote about special events and attended them to write the story. I think that is when I decided I wanted to be a journalist. That didn’t happen.
For my entire adult career I wrote for others – not ever getting a by-line for my work, but still knowing I made a difference in someone’s life somehow because of my work. Finally in 2006, I had the good fortune to be able to do some writing for myself… And as easy as that sounds, I did not become published until 2008 when I published my memoir, Suddenly an Angel. Today I am actively writing – mostly creative non-fiction for my latest book and for magazines. I do have a novel in the works for one day…