I am pleased to announce that all the material is in the hands of the publishers for book three. Finally. During the process of book three we went through about nine check-in coordinators. So we hope that the new person we are working with, who is the design consultant, actually has all the right material. As the check-in people changed we had to continually send in the information. So with any luck at all we should soon receive the proofs and galleys.
It was suggested to me that perhaps I could share with you a little about my writing journey. I started writing by actually telling stories to the children I was babysitting. I would go home and write them down. I think the first short story I wrote was Poof the Enchanted Dragon or some such nonsense. After the short stories I started writing plays. This probably was because I had already been bitten by the theatre bug.
As a sophomore in high school we were assigned to do a paper on a novel. I chose to write a play. My teacher was not impressed. (You would think that a good teacher would recognise creativity and encourage that.) Actually she told me once, “You will never be a writer.” I would love to know where she is so I could send her my novels.
In college for Old Testament we had to do a “Project.” My friend Charlasue did a picture of David and Goliath in free hand embroidery. I believe it is hanging in the student center to this day at our college. I wrote a play about Noah’s Ark and Noah trying to get all the animals on the ark. We both got A’s but Mr. Collins called mine cute and campy. What was campy about it was I had named the animals after most of the professors on campus. (Dale Hess became Coil Hiss, etc.) It was pretty obvious he saw creativity and appreciated it.
It was in Seminary when I wrote and performed my first monologue. It was for Cal Reber’s evangelism course. And we were to do a project of our chosing. I wrote this monologue and made a costume to go with it. I had it mostly memorized and I presented it to the class. If I remember right were all males except me. When I finished they just sat there looking at me. It was silent for at least 30 seconds. And then a collective gasp and applause. They had never seen anything like that. The next time I performed this was at a little church in McComb, Ohio. I then drove to Toledo to my mother’s house. My Michigan boyfriend joined me there. I told them that the church gave me a freewill offering of $63. Wow. Rich said, “You took money for that?” I just looked at him.
Before I could say anything my mother said, “Do you get paid for your crops?”
“Well, yes of course.”
“Well, Susan did four years of college and three years of Seminary to do what she does. Of course she gets paid for it.”
During my pastoring years, I wrote many more monologues and plays which were performed through the years at different churches. All of this was a build up, I believe, to finally writing a novel. The first novel is the retelling and rest of the story of the monologue Onnua. Some of the earlier plays and monologues are showing up in different sections of the novels. And one of my newest monologues began its life as a story telling section of the novel.
In my world monologues became plays, plays became books, books became monologues, maybe someday a movie. Who knows?