I’m so pleased to offer author J.C. Wing’s contribution to the Author Dream Series this month!
I was an only child until I was five, and even when the man who would eventually become my stepdad came into my life, bringing with him a daughter and a son, I still felt very much as though I had no siblings. Their dad was married to my mom, but the three of us had other parents in other homes. Divorce has a funny way of splitting families into complicated pieces. They were a part of my family, but I only saw them occasionally. We did many things together, but we were separated enough in our own day to day lives that my only child status always felt firmly intact.
Both of my parents worked, and because I was often alone, make believe was a place I visited a lot. I became quite talented in the art of entertaining myself, and I had a vivid imagination. I can’t remember when I began reading. I know that my mom read to me daily as a child, and I always had a wide assortment of books to choose from. She loved to read, and thankfully, she shared that love with me. Immersing myself in fictional stories has always been a favorite past time, since as far back as I can recall, and my busy brain spun some wildly creative tales when I wasn’t reading those written in books.
Two things have forever been the foundation of dreams for me. I never had the desire to be a nurse or a lawyer. Being a part of the business world, wearing dress clothes and high heels was never one of my goals. Before anything else, my dream was to become a mom. I knew by the age of seven that I was meant to have kids. After that, what I wanted to do more than anything else in the world was write books.
I began writing what became my first full-length novel in 1997. The story started as a dream itself. That’s not unusual for me, and this wasn’t the first tale I’d written that came from nocturnal mental musings. The idea started small, and the longer I thought about it, the bigger it became. It grew to be nearly a thousand pages long. When a literary agent in New York City kindly read it for me, I couldn’t help but agree with him when he stated that it was a bit too complex. He also told me it had real promise, and that I should keep working on it. When I delivered my first child in 1999, I put that novel aside, but I never forgot what that agent said.
Years passed. I had a second child. Our family moved four times; three of those moves in the state of Colorado, then to a town near Raleigh, North Carolina. I held different jobs that kept me active in the writing profession, mostly as an editor. I became a homeschooling mom and taught writing workshops for kids in our homeschooling group. I’d been writing myself, but magazine and newspaper articles weren’t the same as sitting down and telling long, complex stories. It wasn’t until my husband was sent overseas to Germany for six months for his job, and I was alone when the kids went to sleep at night, that I decided it was time to finish telling the tale I’d begun nearly fourteen years before. When I decided it was time to finally finish the project, it was that letter written by the literary agent I pulled out, and I reread it multiple times.
When I really dove back into the manuscript, I realized I was not the same writer who had sat down years before and wrote those thousand pages. I tried to edit it, but it was obvious what was old and what was new. I’d grown up. I’d had experiences in my life that changed my viewpoint as an author. My voice was different. It was a daunting task, but I decided there was nothing to do but to start over. I did change some details of the story, especially once I’d become familiar with the intricacies of each character, but the main concept, the heart of the novel never wavered. I always had several main points I wanted to get across, and they stayed steadfast.
My second dream came true in December of 2012 when The Color of Thunder was finally published. I’d started writing it in Colorado, then began rewriting it in North Carolina. When it became a published novel, I was living in Linden, a small village about thirty minutes outside of the Ramstein Air Force Base in southwest Germany. It took fifteen years, two states and two countries, but I’d finally become a published novelist.
It’s been five years since The Color of Thunder debuted. I’ve decided to put it through another edit, and in November, I’m releasing it again. I’ve learned a lot about the self-publishing process. I feel like I’ve become a stronger writer, and I believe the story deserves all I can give it. This was where it all started. This is my literary baby. I want to dress it up in the finest clothes and show it off.
I think I’m extraordinarily lucky. I realized my first dream when I became a mom, which has fulfilled me in ways that nothing else could have. When my dream of becoming a published author came true, my kids were thirteen and ten. They were old enough to understand how special, how important it was for me to publish my first novel. They saw how hard I worked for it. They understood how important that goal was for me to achieve, and they celebrated it with me. They were proud of me. I’ve gone on to publish four more novels since then, and with each and every one I’ve written, they’ve celebrated with me. They’re still proud of me. I can’t imagine anything better in all the world. Who says dreams can’t come true?
About The Author
J.C. Wing is a novelist who writes both southern lit and romantic comedy, but she’s got plans to tackle a few other genres in the not too distant future. She has a fondness for peanut M & M’s, iced chai tea, Greek mythology and reading really good books. She’s worked for A & H Publishing, Kids 411 Magazine and Booktrope. In 2016, she decided to work for herself and launched Wing Family Editing. J.C. is an eternal optimist and a friendly sort. She smiles a lot … but she is silently correcting your grammar. She doesn’t mean to. She’s an editor. She can’t help it.
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