I am no different from any other artist in that I have idols and writers whom I consider to be…well, as of yet, un-met mentors. Writers who inspire me, writers with whom I feel an afinity due to their words. Kelley Armstrong, Maeve Binchy, Jodi Picoult, Jennifer Weiner and Emily Giffin to name a few. As I have mentioned before, when I find a writer I truly love, I feel a strong need to accumulate all of their work. The above mentioned writers? Yeah, I have almost all their books on my shelves and those that I don’t own, I have read.
My first author love affairs were with Judy Blume and Maeve Binchy. I still remember how I felt when I read those books, lying in my bed late at night, much later than my parents were comfortable with me being awake at. But I don’t just remember the books, I remember the feelings I had when reading them.
And that’s when I started writing.
Flash forward to now and I’m pimping my little (okay, not quite little) ass of trying to kick start a career for myself as a writer where I don’t also need a part time job to sustain us. Okay, so it’s slow going, but that’s okay. This is a marathon, not a sprint. For me, just writing at all is its own reward, though the narcisist in me would like to have at least *some* followers. And so I occasionally tweet out messages to my favourite authors in the hopes that one day, one of them will read one.
@nualathewriter @jenniferweiner Me too! Please give me ANY feedback, even if it’s brutal. Thank you a million. @jenniferweiner I would still love to send you any one of mine. Just say the word…or send me a message.
Okay, I still don’t know how to do the screen shot so you can see the whole thing, but Jennifer Weiner replied to my tweet and is going to order one of my books!!
In her shoes. Little Earthquakes. The Guy not taken. Best Friends forever. Fly Away home. Many others (those are my favourites)
Jennifer Weiner is going to read my work.
I already told her that I’m geeking out and she said “Geek away, sister”.
Even if she hates it, I don’t care. I mean, I hated 50 shades parts two and three but I read them anyway. I’m beside myself with excitement. Honestly.
And that is why if you see me just randomly breaking into giggles at any point over the next few weeks, you’ll understand why.