Life Cycle Of A Writer: Five Years.
Since losing my mum, 21st March 2012, not a day has passed when I’ve not thought about her. Often it’s wondering what she would have said or thought about a particular incident, a program, a snippet of news, our children’s achievements, problems, disagreements, how she would have handled a sticky situation, what advice she’d have offered, what she’d have found funny …
I’ve written before about navigating March, so today I thought I’d share some of the events that have happened in the last five years – every single one of them came with a ‘I wonder what Mum would have made of this’ moment.
The first was meeting Jodi Picoult. It was a week on from losing Mum, but I wanted to go. My mum had introduced me to Jodi Picoult’s books and I was a huge fan. I have met her three times in the last five years, each occasion an inspiration.
Shortly after, I found out I was the runner up in Choc Lit’s short story competition. My mum knew I’d entered, she’d even read and critiqued my story, Bitter Sweet, and if I recall rightly, we’d heard it had been shortlisted. It would have been wonderful to have told her about the second place, but I remember how pleased she was with the shortlisting.
Telling Tales was the runner-up in the next Choc Lit short story competition, and I received a tweet of congratulations from the lovely Erica James. Honestly, I don’t know which I was more excited about. I do recall I was with Catherine Miller at the time, though. I think we may have been heading to the Romantic Novelists’ Association conference. Do you remember, Catherine?
As well as meeting Jodi Picoult, I’ve also met Jill Mansell, Sheila O’Flanagan and Erica James. All are warm, intelligent and entertaining women. All were authors my mother read and enjoyed and whose books she introduced me to, and all are firm favourites of mine, and massive inspirations.
I have made many great friends within the writing community, the first few of whom my mum was aware – names with which she would have become familiar had she still been with us. She knew how much writing fulfilled me and how I felt I’d finally found my place in life.
I’ve written three novels. I used to say to Mum I would one day ‘write that novel’. She used to tell me to hurry up and get on with it, which still makes me smile. It’s good advice. I feel extremely privileged and very lucky that she read Truth Or Dare?. It wasn’t the first draft, but neither was it polished. It came with colourful language and hot scenes as appropriate, but I didn’t worry too much about those aspects – my mum read widely and didn’t embarrass easily. Her thoughts on the novel were honest, fair and she gave lots of encouragement, but without gushing. Had she not liked the story or the characters, or considered their actions fake or daft, she’d have said. I was writing Follow Me Follow You when we lost her, but I’d told her the plot and how I was exploring attachment disorder and PTSD. She knew all about Chris Frampton. This became my first paperback. Mum would have loved that.
What Doesn’t Kill You was released as a paperback in January of this year, and I attended my second book signing at Waterstones, Dorchester. What would Mum have made of that?
As a family, we’ve caught and run with a number of health curve balls, one being of the major variety, which I’m pleased to report appears to be under control. I’ve had joints replaced and joints removed; on top of my long term rheumatoid arthritis and colitis, I picked up a diagnosis of fibromyalgia, which I’m still learning to manage, and there has been a knee dislocation, (not mine) torn knee ligaments, (separate incident, different family member) and perforated eardrums (not mine and nothing to do with my singing). I’m convinced the hospital will start charging the James family rent.
Four years ago, we shared a healing three weeks away in Orlando. It was our first family holiday and it was exactly what we needed. Going to Disneyworld was a dream come true. Later the same year, I took a trip to Italy, on the Arte Umbria writing course and came home feeling nurtured and rested, with a way forward as to how to finish writing Follow Me Follow You, which had stalled in March 2012. I sat on the beautiful terrace at Arte Umbria and thought how much my mum would have loved to have been there. We’d talked of going to Italy together.
She’d have smiled at my news I’d shaken Paloma Faith’s hand, and that I’d seen Kate Bush sing live in London, and she’d have given me excellent advice regarding … well, all sorts of stuff, including a reminder that some things are best kept private. And she’d have made sure I keep on keeping on.
So, five years on, with the love and support of family and friends, that’s what I’m doing.
It’s head down and on with the work-in-progress. Life.
13 thoughts on “Life Cycle Of A Writer: Five Years”
Lovely post, Laura.
Thank you, June.
I lost my mum in 1993 and the pain does lessen with time. However, there are moments when I reach for the phone to tell her something – and then I remember. I’m sure your mum would be proud of your achievements, Laura. And, if losing a parent has taught me anything, it is this: don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. Do it now and enjoy the moment. Good luck with your writing, you are making a real success of it.
Thank you, Lizzie. Yes, I have those moments, too. Mum lived next door and every now and then I think I’ll just pop round and ask if she saw some or other program, or ask her opinion on something I’d read. Thank you for your kind words xx
Hi Laura this lovely post has brought tears to my eyes as you’ve described exactly how I’ve been feeling. I lost my mum very suddenly six years ago this June and it has been becoming part of the literary world that has given me a new place in life where I feel I belong.
I too have a loving family to help me along and My husband had been my rock.
I feel that my mum is still guiding me and watching my life now with a smile on her face and I’m sure yours is too.
Well done for your amazing achievements X X 💔📚😘
Thank you, Annette. I’m so sorry to hear about your mum. I feel very lucky to have such wonderful friends and family, and people with whom I can share the memories. Take care xxx
A beautiful post, Laura, with some precious memories. Thank you for sharing them with us and be very proud of all you’ve achieved, my lovely friend Xxx
Thank you, Jan. You two would have got on so well 🙂 xxx
I’m guessing that one person who would have really understood what writing through the pain is all about is your mum, Laura. Beautiful post. Be proud, my lovely! 😘 xx
Thanks, Sheryl. I was my mum’s carer for seven years and it seems impossible that well over half that time again has already passed. xx
Such a beautiful, poignant post, Laura. Glad that your mum saw the beginnings of your writing career. May you have lots and lots of happy memories still to make… xxxx
Thank you, Rae xxxx
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