I’m a Christian, I’m Bob Killebrew’s wife and the mother of three grown sons. I have some delightful grandchildren and I write.
For forty-five years I wanted to be a writer and my reward was a drawer full of rejection slips. Meanwhile, I worked as a bookkeeper (I still do). Then one day, I realized that knitters give away their knitting and artists give paintings to their friends; only writers believe their talent is useless if they don’t produce something that can be sold. It was that day that I stopped wanting to be a writer and became one.
And I was shameless! I sent my family and friends poems for every occasion of their lives. With a little effort, I managed to sell a few poems as well. Later I developed standard poems for various life events such as births, weddings and anniversaries. Mainly by word of mouth I sold a few framed copies of these “person to person.”
For twelve years I had my own quarterly mini-magazine—twelve years of losing money but getting lots of practical experience in editing and writing stories and articles.
Over the years, I learned I don’t need inspiration to write. All I need is opportunity—of any sort—and the will to dive in. When I developed an association with an ambitious young friend, Indianapolis marketer Scott J. Manning, I began to write and edit for him and some of his clients. As he grew in stature, so did my opportunities.
At this point, I no longer expect to be a great American novelist; but I look forward to the day someone points me out and says, “She’s a writer.” Then I will be a success.