My husband and I were teenagers when we got married. We were clueless about many things, but education was not one of those things for Paul; neither was ambition. He began college at seventeen, graduated at twenty-one, and leapt full-force into his career. Not content to slide into a position and resign himself to it, he continued to learn - trading skills he'd attained skills for those he wanted. He has been a software engineer, a development manager, an operations VP, a finance director and an adjunct professor.
My career road was more winding. We started a family and I spent my time raising children, reading and writing. I'd always wanted to be a novelist, but it seemed a near-unattainable goal. There was no such thing as indie publishing. Back then, it was called vanity publishing, and it was accomplished by paying thousands of dollars to have books printed so a few could be sold to family or friends and the rest could molder in a garage or basement or coat closet. This was not something a writer did if he or she ever desired be taken seriously in the literary world.
When digital publishing took off a few years ago, it was viewed the same way… Until gatekeepers were swept aside and authors found readers and began to make a living writing novels New York didn't want.
My novel-writing aspirations weren't dreams of fame and fortune - my dream was to tell the stories in my head. My hope was to write something that would be meaningful to faceless future readers. But when I checked back flaps of novels in the bookstore, novelists seemed to belong to an elite club to which I would never gain entrance. I thought I would need an MFA in creative writing and contacts in publishing and a NYC address to even have a shot.
Eventually, I decided to push those fears to the side because even if obstacles seem insurmountable, striving toward a goal is better than doing nothing and making that impossibility absolute. So I returned to school to complete my BA in English literature. I raised my family. I worked at jobs that helped fill the coffers but didn't fill my soul. My soul was fed when I sat in front of my computer for hours during evenings and weekends to write. My hopes were reignited when I attended conferences to master my craft at a deeper level and meet likeminded people and literary agents.
My efforts to become a "real" writer were never merely tolerated or treated as a frivolous hobby by my significant other. At every point along the way, he was encouraging and emotionally supportive. And when Between the Lines began to amass rejections from agents as had previous manuscript attempts (shelved on my hard drive), and my belief in doing the one and only thing I'd ever really wanted to do waned, he empowered me with the words You can do this.
And then he backed up those words by spending his weekends formatting manuscripts into digital books.
Tomorrow is the fourth anniversary of my journey as an author - four years since Between the Lines went out into the world. My intention was to get it out the door so I could focus on writing the next book. My quiet hope was that I would sell fifty copies. To date, that book has sold 100,000 copies, has been translated into Hungarian, and will be published in Portuguese and German within the next year. It turned into a four-book series that helped me grow as a writer. Without it, Easy would not exist. Without Paul's love and support, none of the books I've written would exist, because I'd have given up a long time ago.
I love reading and writing romance, but I don't need a hero. I've got one.