I published my memoirs just last year. I’ve been fortunate enough to meet some really fine people along the way, people who’ve become fans of my work. I am thrilled when they ask for my autograph and want their pictures taken with me. I love feedback. I am touched when a reader shares how my story has inspired them. I feel honored and validated. Sure it feeds my ego; it blows me away. And when I’m asked to attend a speaking engagement, a book club, or a ladies’ conference, it’s such a humbling experience and never ceases to amaze me. But if I’m honest, stress also comes with the territory. I may tend to be a nervous wreck at times, and even lose my train of thought. I confess I don’t know what you see in me; I certainly haven’t forgotten from whence I’ve come from. I still notice my flaws. Don’t laugh, but I don’t even like watching myself on video, let alone listening to myself via audio.
This is all still a learning curve for me. You see: there’s a huge difference between writing and public speaking. In writing, I can structure sentences and reword phrases and paragraphs without interruptions to my heart’s content with pen and paper, or on the keyboard. I would venture to say that I am not the only wordsmith who feels this way. There are many other writers and authors out there just like me. We are not all best-selling authors. The truth is an author’s life is not all glamorous. Neither will there be warm and fuzzy feelings in reading a not-so-good book review about your work, (ask any author about that). We are mostly normal individuals–some more successful and polished than others–but none of us are perfect. We all go home and try to maintain a decent life in every way possible.
My life isn’t always about sitting pretty on top of the world riding high horses. My husband is a general contractor whose hands are rough because he prefers doing the majority of the projects himself. This line of work is abased and abound. Although his knees and back suffer the consequences and take on a beating, he takes pride in his craft. He is meticulous and thoroughly enjoys the work. Our eldest daughter is his faithful assistant. When she is not out on the field with him, she assists me with my writing projects in promoting my book. She is quite savvy in the social media department, as well as being my traveling companion to monthly book signings. I appreciate her. She is the lady behind the camera who makes me look good.
I myself hold a full-time, 45-hour-a-week sales job answering calls all day. My mind sometimes wanders wishing I was writing or vacationing, but alas, reality hits me in the rear and I have work to do! Believe it or not, my family and I also provide 24-hour care to a precious 105-year-old saint of God. In caring for her, we definitely don’t want to cause her any additional discomfort or needless pain. But as we tend to her personal needs such as lifting, bathing, and changing an adult, much more fragile than before, it’s neither easy nor always pleasant. Some years ago we made a pact. We promised Elizabeth we’d care for her to the best of our abilities until the end. Not everyone can do this. I believe God gives us the grace to do so. I’ve written about Elizabeth before. She teaches me about life. She is God’s gift to us, but she swears it’s the other way around.
So what am I saying? An author’s life is not necessarily all glamorous. What is it then, you ask? I will tell you since becoming a published author; I have found it quite rewarding and so fulfilling.
While sharing my story, time after time I’ve noticed that many are brought to tears. And then as I listen to their heart, my own tears flow. Is it planned? No. It just happens. Tears bring a sweet release and cleanse the soul. Oh, it’s easy to laugh with others (and I do love to laugh). But when was the last time you wept with someone? When was the last time you’ve impacted someone and knew you’ve made a difference in his or her life? I have also shed tears of joy. Then my makeup runs, which leads me to have to freshen up before my daughter happily snaps away with her camera.
Yes, my life may not be as glamorous as you would think, but my life has been enriched.
This is my joy. This is my passion.
I remain grateful for all who have been part of my journey.
© M.A. Pérez 2016, All Rights Reserved
14 responses to “Glamorous? Not so Much: My Life as an Author”
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Thanks, Mary, for the follow. Reading this helps me see your heart–one for giving to others what you’ve so graciously learned and gained. I’ll return the favor–you have some powerful things to say, and the Lord is honoring Himself through your words. Way to go, my friend!
Thank you Dayle! We shall press on! God bless you 🙂
I think that for most authors it is a struggle, with the rewards handed out in dribs and drabs by appreciative readers who take the time to acknowledge their appreciation of the authors’ work. On rare occasions, however, writing is its own reward, and that is what keeps us “keeping on.” Nice post! 🙂
Hi Mary! I just love how real you are. How you open your heart to many. It is needed. You are a tangible gift from God to others.
Thanks Cate! I’ve always said I’m so glad God doesn’t call the qualify but qualifies the call!
Thank you so much Cate. Being transparent has been a huge transformation!
So much life wisdom packed into one post! Thanks for this! You certainly are a blessing to many, in many different ways. 🙂
You’ve made my day, Hildegard. I’m reminded more and more that it isn’t really about me after all 😉
Happy Mothers Day Hildegard!
You are touching so many lives by allowing God to live in you and through you. Never doubt the love that emanates from you, for you know The Source!
How I would love to sit and have coffee with you:-)
Love and blessings,
Amen. Thank you for saying so, Bernadette. I would love that cup of coffee with you as well. 🙂
😌 Happy Mothers Day Bernadette!
One of my favorite posts.