Tomorrow
will mark my fifth anniversary as a published romance novelist. Pardon me while
I stare at that last sentence for a moment and let it sink in. Five years?
Already? Can’t be. That would mean I’m forty-…yeah, never mind. Apparently, it’s been five years. *hides
birth certificate and goes back to pretending I’m thirty-nine, again.*
I wrote my
first romance novel with stars in my eyes and only the vaguest of notions about
the existence of such minor issues as tense, point
of view, and where to put the commas. (side note, commas and I are still a work
in progress.) It was initially titled
Alistair’s Bed, and when I’d polished it as much as I could, I sent it to a
publisher. They declined, but with encouragement to try again. By the time they
said no the first book, I’d finished the book
the second already. With two books written and no publisher, I did what many
did back in 2012. I self-published. That
was the day I stepped into a whole new world,
and a new career.
Five years
and thirty-two books later, there are still days I feel like I’m a
wet-behind-the-ears newbie. The markets have changed since I started out. The
rules for publishing are more like guidelines these days, and marketing plans
contain so much wizardry and hocus-pocus they could be a course taught at Hogwarts. I’ve had books that flopped, and
others that soared. Through it all, I’ve been given the awesome opportunity to
connect with readers, and even meet some of them face to face.
When I
started out, I would never have imagined a day would come when my stories would
be read around the world and be popular enough to be translated into French or
turned into audiobooks. Incredibly, those things are happening right now, and by the end of
this year, I hope to reach new audiences and connect with new readers. I’m blessed to be able to do what I love. To
tell the stories that I want to. To touch the lives of so many who honour me by spending time immersed in the worlds
I’ve created.
I’ll likely
be too busy to do more than toast myself with an iced coffee tomorrow when my
official anniversary hits. I’ve got Happily Ever Afters to write, deadlines to
make, and a trilogy of intergalactic mail order bride novellas to finish. Five years ago, I couldn’t begin to imagine
the journey I was starting. I only hope that the next five years are full just
as many of fond memories, new friendships, and stories.
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