Valentine’s Day flavored today’s meeting of Rose City Romance Writers with chocolates, treats and laughter. I’ve been a member for six years, and held at least one volunteer position every year. I love being part of the team, working forward on projects that are dear to our passion. Today was the election of the new board and the end of my volunteering – for at least a few years.
Life throws us curves, to our goals, especially if those goals aren’t really clear. My goal was “writing romances will be my retirement career”. I should have stated that goal as: “My career is producing novels, that line bookstore shelves, and readers adore.” The energy of words used in our goals will help us achieve them, so, I’ve achieved the – writing romances goal.
Another intent was, I would write the love story of my parents marriage. I expected this would be in novel form, sometime after I had a readership for my romances. I assumed my parents story would be all about them, and sort of, the final book of my career, prior to death, a legacy to my children or something. I vowed – I’d write it after my girls were grown and my parents gone. I had no idea how fast that would happen, or how young I would be. But suddenly I was there. The story of my parents and childhood is inspirational, and I have other stories to share, with this new voice in memoir. I’m sure I’ll be part of a new team, with this real-life story.
I know the power of story, and adore creating fiction. I’m sure my themes will overlap between non-fiction and fiction, some readers will enjoy both styles of my writing. Only when my books are in readers hands, will I know. That’s my goal. My books, to be available in print, e-book and audio. My focus is connecting with readers, the format is up to them.
It was with a touch of nostalgia, I watched my old life of volunteering, begin its final weeks. The future being written, my books on bookstore shelves, is fun to imagine.