SELF-TAUGHT LATE BLOOMER
Carol
Davis Luce
My motto is, “If I can
do it, anyone can do it.” I wasn’t born to write. I didn’t aspire to be a
writer from the time I could hold a Crayon. I could, however, draw, and make
things take shape through form and color on paper and canvas, and that’s the
path I traveled well into midlife. The artist’s life opened up my eyes and mind
to expression and sometimes stories through composition on that blank eighteen
by twenty-four inch stretched canvas. Then one day it changed.
As a voracious reader, I was content
to read what others wrote. I admired those writers who had mastered the craft.
I was happy to dwell in their world for 300 pages, to laugh, cry, and be
enlightened and surprised. Until one day when I closed a book by my favorite
author and felt something was missing. The novel was a mystery/suspense with
elements of romance. The suspense was killer. The romance, however, was
lacking, missing those subtleties that resonated with me. I wanted more. The
promise of romance was there, but fizzled somewhere along the way. For me, it
wasn’t about graphic sex. It was about sexual tension, passion, love. After
searching unsuccessfully for novels to satisfy my romantic suspense fixation,
looking for just the right balance, I realized I had to write the book myself.

Well,
almost.
I
burned up two electric typewriters before investing in a computer. I checked
out every book on the “book writing” reference shelf, and many grammar and
stylebooks, and two years later, my 800-page opus, NIGHT STALKER, was finished—
Almost.

Where it started. . .
I
left school at sixteen to marry my high school sweetheart. Six years later, as
a housewife and mother, I channeled my artistic talent into sketching and
painting, selling my work at a local art gallery. A quarter century later, I
traded in my paints and brushes to hit the keyboard. Our three sons, not much
for novel reading, are waiting for my books to be made into movies. That
childhood sweetheart I married a lifetime ago is now my soul mate of 50 plus
years. His encouragement fueled me, and his support allowed me to pursue my
goals.

Agents
and editors think they know what readers want. They don’t always know. Readers know what readers want, and
they’re expressing their wants by buying books written by indie authors. Give
yourself a hardy pat on the back if you’ve completed a manuscript, but the big
applause goes to our devoted fans and readers. Without them, we would be
nothing.
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3 comments:
Donna, Thank you for sharing Carol story. Once again the Indie Chicks rock!
Donna, thank you for sharing my story on your blogsite. It's an honor to be a part of the Indie Chicks.
Love this story because it really is never too late to pursue your dreams. Thanks for sharing.
Donna, thanks for posting.
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