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Debra Salonen
I would write even if I never sold another book. Why?
Because being a writer isn't what I do for a living, it's
who I am. I think that's true of most writers. We are drawn
to words, to characters, to stories. When we're unable to
put our thoughts down on paper, something is missing in our
lives.
When my third book, Back In Kansas, was released, I
returned to my old hometown of Brookings, South Dakota, to
participate in a booksigning and speak at the library.
Among the attendees at my talk was my fourth grade teacher,
Mrs. Wrage. She told me she knew even "way back then" that
I would be a writer because when given a one-page writing
assignment, I handed in a four-page story.
Perhaps one of the reasons I feel compelled to write is
that my life has always been filled with
interesting "characters." My parents owned and operated a
taxi company out of our home while I was growing up. I
think I was the only kid in my class who resisted getting a
driver's license when I turned sixteen -- because I knew
I'd get put to work. But, strangely, once I started driving
cab, I loved it. Every stop was a chance to meet someone
interesting -- or quirky. And, believe me, every quirky
passenger had a story to tell.
My parents sold their company and retired when I was in
college. I like to think I stored up all those stories for
later use, because I didn't get serious about writing until
1987, when I won a writing contest. That win gave me the
confidence to submit articles to magazines; and, to my
glee, a freelance newspaper article segued into a full time
job.
Working for a newspaper sharpened my word skills and I
also learned how to step back from my work and look at it
with an editor's critical eye. I loved writing feature
stories. Each assignment was an opportunity to meet
interesting -- and yes, at times, quirky people. But in
1996, when corporate downsizing removed me from the "human-
interest" story market, I found myself floundering and
miserable. My husband -- my true life hero -- offered to
pay
me to stay home and write. With a nervous glance at the
benefit package I was leaving behind, I took a giant leap
and quit my day job.
The first thing I did was read The Artist's Way by Julia
Cameron. Her exercises helped me re-connect with my
creativity. Before long, I'd found the focus I needed to
start writing a book. I chose to target the romance genre
because this is what I love to read; I chose to target
Harlequin's Superromance line because Supers aren't afraid
to tackle "big" stories, and with 80-85,000 words there's
room to develop characters and more complex story lines.
I received "The Call" -- as my family refers to my first
sale -- in 1999 when Harlequin Superromance offered to
buy "That Cowboy's Kids." My dream of becoming an author
had come true, but I soon discovered that the work was just
beginning.
Writing is a job, and I take it very seriously. I go to
my computer or laptop every day and write something -- even
if I don't end up using it. I attend conferences and give
workshops and read as much as my poor tired eyes can
stand. They say if you're doing something you love, it's
not work. And I agree. I love discovering new characters
that come to me with their stories. During the process of
getting to know them, a story unfolds, and once in awhile
I'll bump into a character who reminds me of someone who
passed through my life at sometime or another -- maybe even
on a ride in my taxi cab.