Saturday, August 23, 2025


So, here we are, more than halfway through 2025, and our Round Robin Blog topic for August asks: When did you decide to become an author, and what inspired you?

I don’t believe I ever deliberately chose to become an author; I think it was something I always felt compelled to do. It was ingrained in me but it took a very long time to emerge.

I was an early reader, having mastered the tales of Beatrix Potter and Alison Uttley before ever entering the doors of our local primary school. I still maintain that to be a writer, one also has to be a reader. My early writing was in crayon on a wall, not much appreciated by my mother or grandmother, with whom we lived.

In my schooling, it was nothing for me to score full marks in English grammar, English Literature, creative writing, or essay writing. At one of the schools I attended, my prize-winning essay earned a full fifty points for my house, nothing as exciting as Griffindor or Slytherin, but along those lines. My friends and family were regaled with tales of derring-do, and at the ages of twelve and thirteen, I began to write them down. The fact that my parents found them hilarious was enough to discourage me, which it did for many, many years.

I admire those who have the confidence to go ahead regardless. What I couldn’t do for myself, I did for my daughter, and I wrote a book for her thirteenth birthday. It took me much longer than I expected, and she received that book on her fourteenth birthday. My lack of self-confidence was further shaken when my father commented, “You haven’t been to university, so what made you think you could write a book?” Today, I am sure he did not mean it in the way I took it.

What I saw as a possible career, others saw as something of a joke, referring to it as Vicki’s little hobby. Although I was not actively writing, I was at least close to books, as I worked at an independent bookstore. My bosses, a husband-and-wife team, were interested in my ambitions and very supportive of them. The book I wrote for my daughter, If Wishes Were Horses, eventually did the rounds of four children's book publishers, receiving good reviews but no requests for submission. Somewhere in my move from the UK to Canada, those four favourable and complimentary replies went astray, as did the book itself.

Enter my Canadian husband, who had only two stipulations when I became a best-selling author. First, he wanted a red Ferrari; second, a young, blonde, and beautiful chauffeur. I agreed to the Ferrari but declined the chauffeur purely due to insurance costs. It was not just his encouragement, but his belief in my ability to write something worthwhile, that finally motivated me. He more than anyone set me on my path, initially by signing me up for a short story writing course with a local writers' group, and later by entering me for a short story competition run by a local newspaper.

As to what I would like to write, that was easy. Amongst so many books, I had been thrilled by the Regency romances of Georgette Heyer, and so I set out to write in that genre. I have now written six Regency romances, five additional historical novels, and three contemporary western romances. Small potatoes for sure, but as my first book was not published until 2013 in time for my seventieth birthday, I don’t consider that too bad for such a late starter.

Sadly, my dear departed husband did not survive to share in the success for which he paved the way. I might not have become a best-selling author by New York Times standards, although I can claim that because a short story of mine was included in an anthology, which did make it, albeit briefly, but I did buy the red Ferrari. Don’t get excited, folks. It was $1.99 in a gift shop, but I bought it in his memory, and it sits on a bookshelf close to my desk.



As families often are, mine was not overly concerned with my writing. My daughter said she would never read any of my current novels. My eldest son has read them all, and my youngest son most of them. I’m sure that now, if my parents were alive, they would finally admit that perhaps I had some level of writing competence after all.

If I didn’t write, I’m unsure what I would do with myself these days. The ideas for stories still come as quickly as they ever did, but I don’t type as fast as I used to, so it takes me longer to produce a book. However, my first cozy mystery, A Murder in the Meadow, is already available in print and as a pre-release ebook on Amazon. There are two more books in this series, Book 2 due in January, 2026 and Book 3 in September, 2026. And after that, who knows? I have outlines for two womens’ fiction novels, more contemporary romances, maybe even more cozy mysteries.

Whether they ever get written is beside the point. The writing world is my oyster. Let’s hop over and visit my fellow bloggers and find out what pearls they have to offer.

 

Sally Odgers https://behindsallysbooksmark2.blogspot.com

Anne Stenhouse http://annestenhousenovelist.wordpress.com

Connie Vines http://mizging.blogspot.com/

Diane Bator http://dbator.blogspot.ca/

Bob Rich  https://wp.me/p3Xihq-3xy

Skye Taylor http://www.skye-writer.com/blogging_by_the_sea

 

8 comments:

  1. This historical short story demonstrates that you can write, so ignore any naysayers still around and keep writing!

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    1. Thank you, Bob. Yes, the writing does continue with much more confidence now!

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  2. LOVE the Ferrari on your shelf - what a wonderful way to honor the man who made your writing career possible, and inspired you. Now every time you see the little red car you can be inspired all over again.

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    1. There are so many moments I could have picked, but that red ferrari stands out.

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  3. Your blog is a story of a life and career well lived. Thank you for sharing your adventure and your red Ferrari :)

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    1. The more a life is lived, the more possibilities for fiction!

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  4. I've always been puzzled by the notion of going to university to become a writer. I found your story fascinating, as are the others in this round. Love the red car!

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  5. Me too. Some of the brightest and most successful people around didn't go to university. Thanks for commenting.

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