Robyn Carr | Jack’s Blog #4 January 29, 2011
Hardly a day goes by that we don’t have interesting things happen here in Virgin
River. Hi, I’m Jack Sheridan, owner of Jack Read More...
Because I published my first novel at the age of
twenty-seven, it might seem as though I fulfilled a
childhood ambition, or at least pursued a career I prepared
for in college, but neither was the case. I was an average
high school student with greater interest in cheerleading
and boys than academics and for a college endeavor I chose
nursing. But then I come from the tip of the baby boomer
generation; our mothers were usually more concerned with
whether we'd get married than whether we'd have successful
careers. Many of us chose from the Big Three - nurses,
teachers, and secretaries.
Writing for me came later, but not much later.
I married my high school sweetheart four short weeks before
he left for Officer's Training School in the Air Force. It
was the peak of the Vietnam War and he had been assigned to
pilot a helicopter. As soon as I could, I followed him from
base to base where I was kept busy with wives' activities
while he either worked long hours or traveled. And this is
where it all really began for me - because of the
instability of our lives, I didn't work in nursing. But
nothing bridges the gap between loneliness and worry like a
good book. Then came the children, or maybe I should say the
pregnancies. Miserable and big as an ox, I was instructed to
stay down and keep my feet up. My neighbor brought me ten
paperbacks a week; I was reading more than one a day. With
ankles the size of a normal woman's thighs, I spent my
afternoons with Kathryn Swynford and John of Gaunt....with
Heather and Brandon Birmingham....with Elizabeth, The King's
Gray Mare. Nothing short of labor pains could snap me out of
it!
I cut my teeth on Anya Seton, Kathleen Woodiweiss, Rosemary
Hawley Jarmen. It made perfect sense that when I applied my
own imagination to the blank page, it would be in the genre
of Historical Romance. This was before the days of RWA;
there was no available training program. In fact, the first
conference I ever attended for writing contained no workshop
on romance writing and the novelist who critiqued my
manuscript boldly told me to go home and find something to
do for which I had talent. That manuscript was sold to
Little, Brown and Co. two years later, published in
hardcover and titled Chelynne.
I spent the first decade and a half of my writing career on
romance, historical and contemporary. Then, needing a
change, I wrote a suspense novel, a non-fiction, and several
brilliant but as yet unsold screenplays. I wrote articles
and even short stories, jumping all over the place, not
really aware that I was working on reinventing myself,
redesigning my craft. During the course of this transition,
which was by no means short, I had a great piece of good
luck. I went to San Diego State University to teach a novel
writing workshop and met a woman who was the editorial
director for a publisher who focused on women's fiction. The
range in this genre is remarkably broad - from pure romance
to adventure to political intrigue to girlfriend books to
small town fiction.
This was a good place for me to develop my own brand of
women's fiction, a style that most closely resembles my take
on real life. I want to laugh through a book, but I don't
want a book that's a big laugh - and that's a tall order. As
a reader I want to have a genuinely good time, but not a
joke. I want real women's issues, real humor, and real teeth
in the story. This is a genre with lots of room for growth.
In the meantime, with all this writing and reinventing going
on, I was raising a family. My son and daughter are adults
now, reading my fiction and making snide remarks about how I
have used family scenarios to my advantage.
The greatest compliment I have ever received came from one
of my readers who labeled me "a woman's woman." She told me
I wrote as knowingly about being single as being married,
about being old as young, about the happily married and
someone suffering from spousal abuse. In short - my goal
achieved according to one reader - I can cover all women's
concerns. And my women laugh as often as they cry.