The world was a lot simpler back then, but it was a lot colder. People hid certain things. They had to.
I attended an author reading, not that long ago. One of the authors didn't wear a skirt or a fedora. His well-written short story was about three witches. The story revealed the author's inner strength. He was on the way to becoming herself.
After the reading, I saw the author standing with friends, waiting for a ride.
I'm shy, but I had no choice--I had to say, "Excuse me. I'm sorry for bothering you, but I had to tell you how much I enjoyed your story." I received a warm smile and kind words, so I continued, "The courage you showed in claiming your truth has encouraged me to try to claim my own."
Share your truth, you don't know who needs to hear it. Share your truth and the world will grow warmer.
Next post: (May 1st--published around 5 p.m. PST) May Day! May Day! I've been learning a lot lately about writing picture books. The danger is that I won't remember this information when I need it. I solved this problem by creating a checklist. Want to see it? You will in my next post.
Sharing my author journey...
The rejection letter read, in brief:
'you have an excellent way with words, we feel, with regret...'