WHEN someone asks me how long I have been a writer, my standard reply is, “Since the Inspector at my one room country school in Saskatchewan singled out my grade two story to read to the class.”
The years passed but my love of writing did not. However, it became little more than a dream as I pursued a nursing career, followed by the pressure of family responsibilities. But that changed in 1992 when, while most writers were buying their first computers, I acquired the first typewriter I had owned in many years. On it I began to write with a purpose.
My first efforts appeared in major newspapers across BC and the Prairie Provinces. Moments after I received a call from the Vancouver Sun telling me my first article had been accepted, my husband handed me a shirt with a missing button.
“Sorry,” I said huffily, “I don’t do buttons; I’m a writer.”
I soon found out that being a writer didn’t exempt me from doing buttons, or windows, or any other household chore. But I found time to write. I had the privilege of editing and co-writing the book, The Hospital on the Hill, a history of Langley Memorial Hospital, a subject dear to my heart. It, like my first two novels, were done on the typewriter. Finally, out of necessity, I broke down and bought a computer to which I had to transfer my novels. Oh, the wonders of a word processor. No more wastepaper baskets full of crumpled sheets of paper.
It was pure joy to write fiction, but difficult to market it. My many submissions to publishers netted me enough rejection letters to paper my office walls if I had felt inclined to, which I didn’t! At last I found a publisher who was willing to take a chance on me.
Fury of the Wind was published in 2009; Still Waters in 2010, and its sequel Water in the Wilderness in 2012. I’m
happy to say that the third book in the series is well on the way.