Since it’s spring and stuff–evidenced by all that snow in the NE and the severe thunderstorms here, and because there are flowers blooming outside my window, this little bloom from the Universe tripped my brain. I was “old”–being a relative term–when I signed my first publishing contract. I’ve told that story before so I won’t go into it, that first book was FAERIE FATE. There were a lot of people that gave me the fish eye for even attempting to get published at that age. Heck, if I couldn’t accomplish it in my 30s or my 40s, how the heckfire was I gonna do it my 50s? But I did it. I didn’t let age get in the way of my dreams.
Some people bloom late. Some very late. And some, very, very late.
But, Silver, they all bloom. And the longer it takes, the more spectacular it is.
Quite the deal, huh?
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®Rosebud, Silver, the best is yet to come.
So what if I was a late bloomer? I now have 24 books published, with a whole bunch on the drawing board. I’m going to write until the characters stop speaking to time, until I can’t type anymore, until the world tells me they don’t want my stories anymore. And if that happens? Then I’ll write the stories for myself. I’m more of a wild flower than a rosebud. I’m stubborn and full intend to grow wherever I am.
And on that note, my pretties, get out there and bloom! No matter what you do today, unfurl your petals and let the world see your beauty. 😀
Silver James 
Wildflowers suit you. =)
I have one question for you, which brother is next? I held my breathe on CLS at times- YES I read it in one setting*waves*
Have a great day!
😆 Take a deep breath, Kimber. 🙂 I’ll give you a hint… Which brother was mentioned with a woman’s name attached to his? *waggles brows* Hopefully, I’ll get to right Clay’s book. The proposal has been sitting on my editor’s desk for a couple of months. The good news is, I’m writing all “my” books like crazy so I can have new stuff out there when the time comes to take a break to write the next Cowgirl. 😀
You’re a wild rose, Silver. They grow wherever they want – whether you want them to or not – and they are extremely hard to stop. Stop them one place and they spring up in another. But they’re awesome and lovely and they make me smile. Never stop being your own special wild rosebud.
And you better keep writing. Even if the rest of the world says they don’t want your books – how stupid would they be then? – I’ll still want to read them.
My petals still need coffee. But I spent time last night talking about my print cover with a most awesome woman you might be familiar with and woke up this morning to a sample in my chat window. The next big unfurling of petals will be coming soon.
Here’s to stubborn wildflowers. =o)
Gotta love spring, right?!? And I can’t wait to see that particular blossom. 😀
And thank you. I can be a wild rose. That comparison made me smile. As for the writing? I can’t NOT write. It’s that simple. 😉