My husband asked me this morning if I ever saw myself as a published author, and if so, what kind of book was it?
A good question. I suppose at one time, like so many other wannabe writers, I was going to pen the Great Canadian Novel.
As it happens, the correct answer is, “a biography.”
You see, I am waiting for the proof copy of a book titled Airy Somethings: the Extraordinary Life of the Aviation Pioneer Horatio Barber. I am co-author with a chap from the UK, Terry Grace. We are publishing the work ourselves and attending to all the promotion and advertisements that go along with getting the news out.
Hubby’s query brought back memories of when I left the corporate world in the 80s. For my next career, I would be a freelance writer. A remarkable choice since I hadn’t written much more than the occasional company newsletter and one or two letters to the newspaper editor. But I needed something to latch on to – some sort of title and occupation to explain to others – and to myself – that I would be fine after Bell Canada, that I had something meaningful and important and interesting to occupy my time. And to pay the bills.
In my daydreams, I envisioned the classic rose-covered cottage with my desk at the window, overlooking the meadows. Sunshine, butterflies, babbling brooks. The whole package.
A couple years later, when the freelancing work never materialized, I saw myself not so much as the author, but as the author’s assistant. (I won’t delve into what that says about me, other than it fits the pattern. The Author was a professorial type. He lived in a garret, or the loft of a three-storey walk-up. The rooms were dark and they were filled floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves. Every surface was laden with his research papers. The floorboards sagged under the load. I helped him with his academic research, his correspondence, fetching tea. Girl Friday stuff.
Life had different plans, of course, and what really happened is this: three decades later, while volunteering with the Cobalt Historical Society, I got an email from the UK. I invite you to check out my brand-new authors’ blog to read the rest of the story. Please do drop by?
And I suppose, if I ever needed proof that I’m a writer, I’ll have it shortly. It’s in the mail!
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