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I'm a reader, too. A love
for words is what made me a writer. My school writing earned good
grades. I was the editor of a college newspaper. After college
and marriage, I wrote a few short articles for publication. But I
never took myself seriously as a writer until I was nearly eligible for
AARP. Many writers (especially women) do this. They think
they'll wait for careers to calm down, children to grow, spouses to retire,
and THEN they'll write.
The event that finally kicked me
into a career as a writer was our move to the Ozarks . . . a beautiful,
exciting, inspiring place. At first I painted Ozarks pictures with
words (who says writers aren't artists?) and shared my thoughts in poetry,
in essays, in nature writing. Quite a bit of it was published, and all
of it let to the publication of my first book, a non-fiction collection of
essays forming a true Ozarks store, titled "DEAR EARTH: A Love Letter from
Spring Hollow." (See DEAR EARTH's section on this website.)
I said I love to read.
WHAT do I read for fun? Mysteries. So wouldn't it be even more
fun to write a mystery? Since only a handful of writers become wealthy
practicing their art, it had better be fun. Oh yes, there's work, too.
When others are tucked in bed, resting from 8-5 labors toward secure
salaries and pensions, we writers are awake, struggling with a turn of
phrase, a tickling idea. When others take weekend vacations, we do
research. When others "do lunch," we forget to eat while we pore over
lists of publishers. I don't expect you to feel sorry for me. In
fact, I hope you'll join me. I want a never-ending supply of books to
read. I hope you, in your unique experience, your location, and with
your heart, will share with me by writing.
And if it isn't a book, you
can get in touch through this website, or by writing to:
Radine Trees Nehring
P.O. Box 895
Gravette, AR 72736-0895 |
