When I was around 7 years old, I knew I wanted to be a writer. The inspiration behind the passion came from two very different sources, one being my favorite reading material at the time, which was the Little House on the Prairie series of books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and the other being my Aunt Margot, who, back in the early-mid 70s, was at the beginning of her career as a writer. On Sunday afternoons my father brought my sisters and me to our grandparents’ house for our weekly visit, and there we would hear the sounds of my aunt’s typewriter, as she clicked away on the keys, holed up in her room, not to be disturbed. I figured she must’ve been writing something pretty important because she rarely came out to see us, and that’s when I knew that I, too, would write something important one day.
Though I kept journals throughout my childhood years, it wasn’t until my early 30s that I began putting my thoughts together for a memoir. Up until that time, I had been pursuing a career as an actress and model in New York City, and the ego boost of performing for an audience trumped my dream of becoming a writer. I floundered around Manhattan in search of something cool and glitzy I could grab hold of and show off to the world, not realizing that time was ticking away, and my life was passing by. But my refusal to quit the hamster wheel world of star chasing led me to some very dangerous situations, which to this day I am amazed I was able to escape. But I did escape, and because of so many dark years, I now have the opportunity to turn all that adversity into something positive, weaving it into the story I wanted to write way back as a child. I guess I just needed to live a little in order to have something meaningful with which to fill the pages. After all, what does a 7-year-old know about life?
The memoir I wanted to write years ago is finally coming to fruition. Back in 2012, I finally put an outline together and found a book proposal service to assist me with the details of packaging the manuscript in order to make it presentable to literary agents and publishers. Now it’s just a question of finishing the project. My goal is to complete some sample chapters to go along with the proposal, and be ready to shop it around by the end of this year, if not sooner. That said, I will need to spend most of my available free time on it, so you will notice that I only write one post a week because of time restraints and a self-imposed deadline.
Thank you for your loyalty over the past four years since the creation of my first blog, The Rosary Trail, and for continuing to inspire me to stay the course. Your input has helped to shape the direction of my writing, giving me new insights to explore and new ways to tell the story I’ve wanted to tell for a long time. It is people like you who provide positive reinforcement and encouragement when I become disillusioned with the battles of this life, and it is people like you who remind me that the war between Good and Evil is ours to win.
In the words of Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen:
“There are a thousand times ten thousand roads down which any one of us may travel for a lifetime. But all those roads are going to end in front of two faces.”
Which face do we choose to spend eternity with?
For those who are convinced there is nothing after this life, or worse, that there is a gray area in-between those two faces, under the patronage of the Blessed Virgin Mary, together with and by the power of the Holy Spirit, may this story prove otherwise.