Patricia Davids's Blog - Posts Tagged "writing"
To Blog or not to Blog, that is the question.
I never though I would like using one of those new-fangled computers. That was 20 years ago and now I could barely live without one.
I hated the idea of having a cell phone. Who needs to someone be able to reach you every second of the day? That was ten years ago and now I text my grandson at the drop of a hat.
I still have trouble programing the DVD/Recorder thing. I doubt that will ever change.
Until today, I never thought I'd have my own blog? Who wants to know what I think? It turns out that quite a few people want to know more about me. So here is the start of my blog. What do I say? I guess I'll talk about my writing today.
I love writing Amish romances. Did you know that Amish weddings, which used to take place mainly in the fall because of the farm work, now take place almost any time of the year? Why the change? Because fewer and fewer Amish actually make a living farming. Many work in shops, mills and factories or own their own businesses. It allows them to take time off during the spring and summer to attend weddings as well as in the fall and winter.
Do you have questions about the Amish lifestyle? I'll be happy to try and answer them.
I hated the idea of having a cell phone. Who needs to someone be able to reach you every second of the day? That was ten years ago and now I text my grandson at the drop of a hat.
I still have trouble programing the DVD/Recorder thing. I doubt that will ever change.
Until today, I never thought I'd have my own blog? Who wants to know what I think? It turns out that quite a few people want to know more about me. So here is the start of my blog. What do I say? I guess I'll talk about my writing today.
I love writing Amish romances. Did you know that Amish weddings, which used to take place mainly in the fall because of the farm work, now take place almost any time of the year? Why the change? Because fewer and fewer Amish actually make a living farming. Many work in shops, mills and factories or own their own businesses. It allows them to take time off during the spring and summer to attend weddings as well as in the fall and winter.
Do you have questions about the Amish lifestyle? I'll be happy to try and answer them.
Now And Until The End of Time
No mention of the people and things that have shaped and inspired me as a writer would be complete without mentioning Dave. My own true love. My husband has been gone a year now. It doesn't seem possible. It isn't fair. It isn't right, but it is. I still miss him every day and every night.
Fifteen years ago, when I first told him I wanted to write a novel, he said, "I think you'd be good at that." His off-hand acceptance of my until-that-moment-secret-dream was just like him. He didn't believe in hoopla. He firmly believed that if I set my mind to do something, I could do it. He had faith in me. What an awesome gift that is.
He read my first ever chapter and said, "This is good." I was ecstatic. He read my second chapter and said, "Well, this is filler." I was crushed, but he was right. There was more to writing a book than I realized. His honest comment sent me on a search for information and education. That led me to my writing group, The Wichita Area Romance Authors.
I never finished that first book. It was too bad to save. Dave never forgave me for that. He liked that first chapter and he wanted to know how the story ended. He never read a single one of my books. Oh, he tried once, but he preferred stories with vampires, assassins, blood and gore, but he proudly told people that his wife was a romance writer. I can remember how surprised and proud I was when I overheard him bragging on me to his out-of-state cousin.
It wasn't all love and kisses. He didn't like the way deadlines stressed me. He thought editors who made me do revisions were jerks and he offered to call them and tell them so many a time. I unplugged the phone. He tolerated but didn't like it when I went to conferences or out-of-town book signings. Yet he understood how much I wanted to succeed. Every now and then, he'd walk past me when I was watching TV or playing Free Cell on the computer and he'd scowl at me. He'd say, "Shouldn't you be writing?"
Yes, Dear, I should be writing. I'm going to get back to it right after I post this blog. I love you, honey. Now and until the end of time.
Fifteen years ago, when I first told him I wanted to write a novel, he said, "I think you'd be good at that." His off-hand acceptance of my until-that-moment-secret-dream was just like him. He didn't believe in hoopla. He firmly believed that if I set my mind to do something, I could do it. He had faith in me. What an awesome gift that is.
He read my first ever chapter and said, "This is good." I was ecstatic. He read my second chapter and said, "Well, this is filler." I was crushed, but he was right. There was more to writing a book than I realized. His honest comment sent me on a search for information and education. That led me to my writing group, The Wichita Area Romance Authors.
I never finished that first book. It was too bad to save. Dave never forgave me for that. He liked that first chapter and he wanted to know how the story ended. He never read a single one of my books. Oh, he tried once, but he preferred stories with vampires, assassins, blood and gore, but he proudly told people that his wife was a romance writer. I can remember how surprised and proud I was when I overheard him bragging on me to his out-of-state cousin.
It wasn't all love and kisses. He didn't like the way deadlines stressed me. He thought editors who made me do revisions were jerks and he offered to call them and tell them so many a time. I unplugged the phone. He tolerated but didn't like it when I went to conferences or out-of-town book signings. Yet he understood how much I wanted to succeed. Every now and then, he'd walk past me when I was watching TV or playing Free Cell on the computer and he'd scowl at me. He'd say, "Shouldn't you be writing?"
Yes, Dear, I should be writing. I'm going to get back to it right after I post this blog. I love you, honey. Now and until the end of time.
