Recently I was musing about my writing career. Iâ€™ve been fortunate to have published almost 60 books. While Iâ€™m not likely to make the New York Time Best Seller List with my Love Inspired romances, Iâ€™m pleased with my â€˜body of work.â€™ (My actual â€˜bodyâ€™ needs considerably more work. )
How have I succeeded? Determination.
When I was as yet unpublished, my first agent called to tell me my latest submission had been rejected. That rejection was not my first nor my last. She went on to say, â€œOlder women canâ€™t write love scenes.â€
Huh? I wasnâ€™t that old; at least my long-term memory was excellent, and I have always been blessed with a really good imagination.
I remained polite until we hung up. Then I said aloud, â€œWatch me!â€
Subsequently, I managed to author more than 40 books for various Harlequin secular lines â€“ most included a love scene or two.
I come by my determination naturally. Or perhaps it comes from my mother, who when told in business school that she didnâ€™t type fast enough to get a job, she simply went out and got a job.
When I was about four-years-old, my older brother and his friend were playing with their toy soldiers. Digging trenches. Leading tank attacks. Shouting â€˜bangâ€™ youâ€™re dead.
Naturally, I wanted to play too. I had my own collection of lead soldiers. My brother was used to having me tag along; not so his friend Skipper. To get rid of me, Skipper offered to buy me a lead soldier (the plastic ones were boring) if I would dig a hole to China.
That sounded like a good idea to me. But I hadnâ€™t been born yesterday. I asked Skipper to be more specific about the depth of the hole I was to dig. He found a stick that was maybe two or three feet long to use as a measure. So off I went to dig the prescribed hole.
In a matter of an hour or two I was back to play with my brother and Skipper. Poor Skipper procrastinated about getting me the promised soldier until finally my mother intervened.
Thatâ€™s what DETERMINATION gets you â€“ your goal.