I’m not talking about dinner. I’m talking about, are you where you have worked to be?
I’m not. Well, I was on track to make it, and then my goals changed. Many moons ago B.P(before published) my goal was to sell to a New York publisher. After I sold, I asked the hubster, “Now what? I’ve achieved my goal.”
His response was, “Shoot for # 1 on the New York Times Bestseller list.”
To which I replied, “Actually the NYT isn’t an accurate account of best selling, the USA Today list is the most accurate.”
He gave me that look that said, “You know what I meant!”
And so, that was that. My new goal: Hit a list and hit it big. I sold more books, expanded my writing chops to include medieval historical and paranormal suspense. I’ve self-published a couple of books with a few more in the works, including YOU’VE GOT MURDER, a fun, smart, fast paced murder mystery I co-wrote with Edie.
In January ’12 it will be six years since my first book was released. I can’t say that I’m where I expected to be six years later. That I have remained gainfully employed writing romance novels is definitely part of the long term plan, but somehow I thought by now, I’d have my own TV show. Or at least a few movie deals in the works. 😉
Instead, I’ve pulled back on the writing. Something more important came up.
My granddaughter. I love that kid. I love her more than I ever expected to love a
grandchild, and her wellbeing means everything to me. It’s a mutual admiration thing: she loves me too. We do a lot together including yoga. (we start next week!) She’s my sunshine and always gives me a reason to smile.
Then there are my kids. I have four, three of them are married now. Somehow, I thought when they moved out, I wouldn’t hear from them all that much, but that isn’t the case. I’ve become the matriarch of my family. My kids are still learning, still evolving, still
trying to find their way in this crazy world, and they look to me for guidance. Which is kind of funny because growing up they never listened to me at all. They like being here, in the home they grew up in, with all its familiar sights, sounds and smells. It’s their safe
comfortable place. And though they’re adults, they’re still my kids. They will always be my kids. We’ve always been a close family, but as they grow up they have come back home in many respects. And well, to them, I’m home. And I like it. I like being the one the kids come to and know they’re safe. Oh, I’ll call them out if I have to, but they know it’s
because they screwed up, and they always know after the calling out, my love never wavered.
I didn’t expect to be in this position at this time in my life. I really thought I’d have a TV
show. Or something!
But along my journey for what I thought I wanted, I got sidetracked and discovered what I really wanted. To stay involved mom, and uber grandma who writes romance. In that regard, I’ve hit all the lists. I’ve made it! (except for the TV show, which I’m still holding out on.)
The silver lining for me as a writer, is, I see some warm, fuzzy contemporaries in my future. I mean, aren’t we supposed to write what we know?
So, what about you? Have you made it? Or have your plans changed along the way?