Several things have happened over the past few years that have culminated in beginning work on my first novel in my middle years.
Letting the Reader out
I became involved in a fandom. Which led to attending ComicCon. Which led to realizing that I’m an author-groupie and book addict. Which led to attending BookCon, which just solidified my conclusion that I’m an author-groupie and book addict. In order to feed that addiction, I joined the FB Group Women Writers, Women’s Books and a few others, claiming to only be a reader. I offered to beta read a writers’ work, and reviewed a couple of self-published works by other authors, and realized I had already been beta reading someone’s work since I was 12. All of that took around a year.
Letting the Writer out
After letting the Reader out, it came to me that I’ve needed an outlet for my author-groupie/book-addict self. And so I started to write. About reading. About life. About transition. About getting the idea out of your head and into the world.One New Years Eve (12/31/14, to be exact), I was talking to my husband about an old bottle of champagne we’d picked up in an antique store nearly 30 years earlier. And I had an idea. So I ran upstairs and poured out 5,000 words. Since then, I’ve gotten around 30,000 words into a story that simply won’t leave me be. Anchored in a true historical event, the book is turning into an exploration of late middle age personal growth and the power of truth in healing a wounded soul.
I’m Wendy. I read. I think. And now, I write.