I’m reworking a novel I wrote three years ago. I love it, but I wrote it back in the days when I thought I had to be traditionally published. There was a lesson I should have learned three years ago (you can read about Petra going to Chiropractic College in the repeat post below) that I’m still learning today.
I am a writer because I write. I am a successful writer because people chose to read my stuff. I guess this means I became a successful writer when I first began writing for the Arlington Eagle—my high school newspaper. And I guess this means that I won’t stop writing when I make the New York Times best seller list.
It’s like eating. I don’t eat a Thanksgiving dinner and say, Now I am stuffed. I will never need to eat again. Or running, I didn’t run a marathon and then say, Well check that off, I’ll never run another mile. Or reading, I didn’t read Wallace Stegnar’s Crossing to Safety (the epitome of a brilliant novel) and say, Now I‘ll never read another novel, because nothing can top that.
There are some people who write one phenomenal book and are done. But for most writers, I think there is always another story lurking in their head waiting for daylight and how that story finds readers is just another part of the process.
Petra found hers in a chiropractic college. Someday, she’ll find other readers, but I haven’t decided how, yet. Or when, since when I started, this was book one in a three part series. (And I haven’t written book two or three, and did I mention I’m still working on the time capsule novels and there are four of those and I don’t intend to publish any until all are finished? Then maybe I’ll publish Petra.)
So, this isn’t a teaser, because a publication date is way in an unforeseen future. It’s a just reminder. A writer is anyone who writes.
Petra Goes to College