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I Used to be Someone
I used to be someone. A dozen years ago, back in California, I was the Managing Editor for a major educational company. I made fabulous money, more than my husband, an engineer at Boeing. I did by a small landslide. I worked hard, but I was respected. My staff said they knew to jump to attention when they heard the staccato clack of my heels on the linoleum. Then I decided to focus on entering the publishing world. I didn't stick a toe in, I dived in headfirst. I quit my job and started writing. And then we moved to Kansas. Now I'm a freelancer, mostly because the publishing world turns out to be a very exclusive (and somewhat snotty) crowd who looks down its nose at newcomers, and Kansas is not exactly a hub for writing careers. My "salary" is laughable (hence the quotation marks). These changes in lifestyle have sunk me into something of a miasma. I was so sure that this is what God wanted for me. I've wanted to write books all of my life. I was sure I'd be published by now. Read next feature >
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