Writing is an integral part of who I am. Very few days pass that I do nothing writing-related. As some of you know, I started a new project recently – intended to be the third in the Widow’s Web series, about widows who overcome challenges when they are facing the most difficult time of their lives. I’m about 10,000 words into the story, about a woman who finds out her husband is cheating on her.
But my muse seems to have other ideas. For those of you who are unfamiliar, my muse is a fairy named Jennie. She sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear. While I’ve been trying to write Morgan’s story about her cheating husband, my muse is obsessing about the Secret Service. At the library recently, she directed me to choose In the President’s Secret Service as the audiobook to listen to during my daily commute. Last weekend, I decided to flip on the TV and see if anything good was on. What was on? The Clint Eastwood film, In the Line of Fire. This morning I turned on Netflix, thinking I’d play something in the background while I was writing. Netflix suggested Vantage Point.
My muse hasn’t stopped there. She’s given me a character. A woman named Mackenzie (“Kenzie”) Egan. Her great grandfather was an Irish mobster in Kansas City (moved over from the St. Louis crime family). I cannot stop thinking about this woman, and the Secret Service . . . those agents who dress sharply, with white shirts and dark suits and dark sunglasses, with the ever-present curled wire disappearing under their collars.
So, tell me . . . what would you rather read about? A woman with a cheating husband, or a mob princess who joins the Secret Service?
That’s a question I get asked all the time. Of course, there’s the simple answer – I write because I must. It’s who I am.
But there’s more to it than that. I write because I want to create a lifestyle. My day job is awesome. I love what I do, love the people I work with, and am fortunate to work in a supportive, energetic environment where I am challenged every day. My salary is enough to almost make ends meet (note the “almost” – right now our dryer and dishwasher are limping along, threatening to quit). The benefits are decent.
But I am never going to have freedom with my day job. I will always work Monday through Friday, 8 am to 5 pm. I will always schedule vacation time around others’ schedules. My paycheck goes into the bank and bill payments come out. Frankly, I want more than that out of life. I want to be able to make enough to pay our debt down. I want to be able to travel every now and then (yeah, we travel some, but rarely and are always budget conscious – like our trip to Gatlinburg last year – on the right). I want to be able to pay for the vet bills for a stray Beagle hit by a car. I want to be able to donate money to a friend who is rescuing horses from a kill yard.
All of those things take money. And in order to make more money, I need to do something beyond the day job. It seems natural to honor the talent I have been blessed with, and write. Hopefully, I can make enough money off of that talent by entertaining people, letting them escape into another world for a bit, so that I can do some of those things that I want to do.
If you want to help me do some of those things, and you like to be entertained by a well-written book with twists and turns, consider buying one of my books.
Thanks for listening. And comment below about what YOU want out of life.