Thanksgiving comes from our agricultural roots. I am the first generation of my family to have lived most of my life off the farm, but when I think what is home means to me, the family farm is one of the places I think of. I have a painting of the farm on my wall beside me as I write. It shows the house my grandfather built, the barns and outbuildings, the fields sweeping to the prairie sky. The farm has been gone now for almost 30 years, but it gave me roots. I still remember gathering eggs as a child. Farms teach you to be tough and do your chores. And in the fall, it is a time of harvest and Thanksgiving.
Today I am grateful for a wonderful writng group, the Bandit Creek Collective. Together, 32 of us, have banded together for an advernture and to take a risk. Each of us is going to write a novella set in Bandit Creek, Montana, We are cooperating to edit each book and then market each book. My book is Death at Bandit Creek and it will be awailable for sale shortly.
Like any good goal, this project has stretched me and helped me prove some things to myself. That I can write a book until it is finished. That editing and revisions do not need to take five years. That with the feedback from my friends, I feel confident to send it out into the world. People will love it.
The editing was hard and there were some tough comments. But hey, I am a farm girl, remember.
So I am thankful for my Bandit Creek writing group and especially Suzanne, Brenda, Alyssa, Tawny and the committee, CJ, and Lawna. If not for them I would not be introducing you to this fabulous interview about my book on the Bandit Creek site. Check it out:
Congratulations on your very first book. You know how to tell a story and I look forward to many more!
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