The Writer on Her Work
Outside my open window a light breeze is blowing and an occasional red tail hawk sweeps over with light shining through her rust red tail.
For me, writing is a way of reaching out to others, to people I don't know. I sit alone, in silence, but all that time I’m out there, connecting with whoever reads my words.
Nearly four decades ago I began writing and publishing and made the decision to call myself a writer. I spent the first twenty years freelance writing feature articles and penning monthly columns. My readership grew and I published my first book, a memoir. A wonderful result was that I began receiving invitations from editors to have excerpts from my memoir reprinted in a number of anthologies. And then a new path opened when I began receiving invitations from other authors to write new material, to write across genres and contribute chapters to books and anthologies offering a collective of writers.
Searching for a place to stand in the literary world I discovered what I enjoy most about being a writer, is being part of a collective of voices. Collaborating with other writers, with each of us telling our single story, working together to bring forth a whole. Today, in addition to my solo work, I'm the founding editor of a literary journal and a contributing author of 15 books.
In my life a host of good writers, teachers, editors and publishers have crossed my path, always showing up at the right time. For every success we have I believe it is important to remember how we got there. I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish all that I have without the steadfast guidance from teams of good people who gave their time to me, mentoring, shepherding and guiding me along. I owe an extraordinary debt to all of my teachers, editors and readers who have taught me many wise things about writing, publishing and life.
It’s a great privilege to have readers. Thank you for being one of them.