Ghosts of writing past:
I clearly remember coming home from work in 2009 and saying to hubby, “I’m going to write a book.” I sat at my computer and stared at the blinking cursor at the top left corner of my Word document. Finally, these exact words were the first thing I ever typed to start a book.
The blinking cursor taunted her.
Despite that inauspicious beginning, I sold my first manuscript in 2010 and stayed with that publisher until 2014 where I petitioned and got back the rights to my manuscripts and began the journey of self-publishing – releasing three contemporary romances, According to Plan, Man of Her Dreams, and Fiancé for Hire.
About this time, I discovered A Happy Assembly. I had read the Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman series by Pamela Aidan and loved them and was beyond happy at having the world of JAFF laid out before me. However, it didn’t take long before my muse began to ask questions, such as ‘whatever happened to Caroline Bingley after Mr. Darcy became engaged to Elizabeth Bennet?’ From there, my first JAFF novel – Caroline – was born. I soon became enmeshed in the lives of secondary characters from Pride & Prejudice and followed with Catherine, then Georgiana.
Ghosts of writing present:
Fitzwilliam Darcy ~ Undone came out in September of this year. His story grew out of a Playground piece on A Happy Assembly and I am so glad the readers on that forum encouraged me to flesh out this unique one-shot into a complete novel.
Ghosts of writing future:
I’m working on Mary, slated to be the fourth and final book of the Pride & Prejudice continued… series, however, Lydia has begun talking to me and Ann de Bourgh is demanding to have her share in the conversation, so…
Thank you so much for sticking with me to the end. I’m not only the newest member of Austen Authors but also a proud member of The Beau Monde, a sporadic contributor to the forums on A Happy Assembly, and a lurker extraordinaire on many FB pages. I’m one course short of achieving my Professional Writers Certificate from the University of Western Ontario. I have to finish the grammar course. Can we all just grunt out a collective ‘ugh’?
Before I go, I have one more ghost of lives past.
I am a prairie girl, born and raised within the straight-lines of northern Saskatchewan. I like to tell folks the prairie dust is in my blood but no longer on my shoes. I met hubby at an Oktoberfest dance at CFB Moose Jaw in 1981. Our story has the makings of a contemporary romance where the alpha male hero is a handsome Air Force pilot who takes one look at the girl and thinks ‘mine’. Meanwhile, the heroine, a feisty scrap of a girl, also notices that handsome man. She leans into her BFF and says, “See that guy over there?” – making a point of checking her watch – “Give him five minutes, he’ll be over here to ask me to dance.”
Suffice to say, he did, and thirty-nine years later we are still going strong. At this moment, we are a family of two sons, their wives, and five grandchildren. More pending, I’ve been told.