When I started writing about eight years ago, I started at
home. Alone.
I handwrote my story in a journal-like book and later spent
weeks entering it into the computer. It took a long time because I couldn’t
read my own writing and I had many more ideas along the way I wanted to
include.
Since then, I’ve gained some friends to help me along the
way. I joined National RWA and then joined my local chapter, Tampa Area Romance
Authors, TARA, where I learned all realms of the spectrum from query letters to
marketing the final product. I also joined a two-person critique group and got
invaluable information and insight from them.
Since I write Romantic Suspense I joined the Just Romantic Suspense group and get
newsletters and advice from them as a group and also on their loop individually.
Around this time, I was still writing at home. Alone. For
want of staying connected to other people, I started copyediting for The Wild
Rose Press. I received a huge book of Chicago
Manual of Style and did my best to follow their guidelines. And the books,
wow, I read so many good books for free it was unbelievable. It kept me busy
while I was thinking about what would happen next in my own book.
I also joined the Kiss of Death chapter where I was able to
virtually attend numerous classes for a nominal fee. From there I merged into
Lethal Ladies, an online critique group where I sent them one of my chapters to
critique and I would critique two of anyone else’s in the group. I received
invaluable information from these critiques and I have virtually met so many
nice people from around the world and gained so much knowledge from this group,
sometimes I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
So at my TARA group about a year ago, I volunteered to be a
mentor to someone who wasn’t published yet, but was working diligently to that
end goal. With a full life and full time job it’s hard to make the time. So, I
started meeting Connie at Panera Bread at 11 AM for the afternoon every
Thursday once a week. We have become great friends and even better writing
partners. I look forward to Thursdays every week.
In January 2014, Rhonda asked me if I was interested in
becoming an editor. I pondered this question for a few days and decided I’d
love to help new friends become authors. So far, it has been satisfying.
Also, in January of 2014, I joined Disabled American
Veterans Auxiliary (DAVA). I jumped in head first attending meetings, setting
up and attending fundraisers, and offering creative, new ideas. I met some
wonderful veterans, some from WWII and Korea as well as Viet Nam, Desert Storm,
Iraq and Afghanistan. Each veteran, each war with different elements but a
commonality they shared. They were all there to protect their country and their
families. I’ve met and made close friends with spouses, sons and daughters of
veterans no longer with us, some just recently passed. The respect they left
with their families is awe-inspiring.
I think it was two years ago when RWA held their national
convention in Orlando, Florida. Since I lived less than two hours away it was a
no-brainer to go. It was the first one I attended. When I registered on-line
they asked for volunteers so I chose the registration desk as a thank you for
the invitation. I had a great experience meeting famous and some not so famous,
but all wonderful authors. I felt like I was part of the group and became less
shy and less inhibited.
When RWA2014 came around, I spent the money and attended it in
San Antonio, Texas and can’t tell you how much I learned about inhibitions and
walking up to someone of whom you thought was a stranger. I also volunteered at
the registration desk again. Everyone I met gave me so much gratification, I
felt as if everyone was a friend to me, and I had helped him/her.
Since then, I’ve attended the 29th reunion of my
husband’s unit in Viet Nam, 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment. I walked
by the over-run registration desk, manned by one man, so I had to ask. Did he
need volunteers? “Hell yeah, I need a potty break.” So I began my 4 hours of
volunteering at the busy registration desk. When a first-timer to the reunion
came in, everybody stopped and applauded him for his courage to attend. I
talked to the guys and their spouses, found out where they came from, what they
were eating at the banquet Saturday night (had to give them the correct
tickets) and where and when did they serve. Those who served the same time as
my husband, I sent them to the Quartermaster store where he was volunteering.
My husband met some guys he hadn’t seen in 45 years.
There are many things you can do at home. Alone. But
reaching out to a person, one on one, shaking their hand, saying “I love your
books,” to Jayne Anne Krentz (Amanda Quick) or “Thank you for your service,” to
a veteran who had served his/her country in a foreign war zone, are not one of
those.
The growth of your heart is larger, your spirit lifted, your
fulfillment magnified. You feel complete and ‘one of the group,’ even in a room
of strangers.
I look forward to Thursdays to write my own story and help
Connie finish hers. I look forward to the bi-weekly DAV fundraisers, and the
monthly meetings. I feel like I’m helping someone move forward with his or her
life instead of becoming stagnant. I feel complete.
I’m still writing at home. Alone.
Donna Confer
Staff Editor
The Wild Rose Press