Friday, July 10, 2009

My favorite fan


I recently met my favorite and probably the youngest fan I've ever had. Sadie is nine years old and tells me she reads everything I write. What a thrill this was for me!

Why am I a writer?

I've heard a lot of reasons from others on why they write, some of which are "because I have to" and "to make a living doing what I love".
I guess I would have to say it's both of those for me. I write because I have to. It's like an addiction. If I don't get a chance to sit down at my computer at lease once a day, it feels like something is missing in my life. If I crawl into be having not touched a keyboard, I feel like I should get up and write something - anything.
To make a living doing what I love has been a real challenge. When my first novel, A Love Like That, was published I decided to quit an okay-paying job as the Director of a library to pursue writing full time. I figured if I didn't take a chance now, I may never do it. I soon discovered the revenue from sales of my book wasn't going to be enough to pay the bills, so I took a job writing for Evans Printing and Publishing, owners of six newspapers in southern Minnesota and northern Iowa. Then about a year ago I met an editor from Womeninc magazine (www.women-inc.com), pitched a couple of story ideas to her and am now a feature writer for the magazine. I am also putting the finishing touches on my second novel.
So, between all of this, I really am making a living - not getting rich, mind you - but making a living doing what I love - writing.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A Slow Starter




It's been a long time since I blogged, but everyone keeps telling me how important it is, so I am once again going to try and find the time.


I have company - my niece Jena, her husband Charlie and two sons, little Charlie who is 5 and Jamie, 3. They are here from Franklin, Virginia where Jena is managing editor of Tidewater News newspaper and Charlie writes for them.


Wow! What a wake up call to have two such young boys running around the house, and chasing the cat, who has now taken up hissing at young children. Prince considers himself to be King of the house and is now showing his ire for us mere humans.


At least with family here, I am cooking. I forgot how good a house smells when a pot roast or spaghetti sauce cooks in the crock pot all day. Wish I could bottle the smell, but then I'd probably need feeding every few minutes instead of every hour.


Blessings, Dianna