Path to Publishing by Jean Joachim
I’ve been a story teller ever since I can remember. I was a quiet
child, spending my time observing, listening and wondering about other people
and the world. Stories came to me and I’d act them out with my friends.
I was also a voracious reader right from
the moment I could decipher words on the page. Even to this day, if I don’t
have something to read, I’ll read the writing on a tube of toothpaste. I fell
in love with the written word. To me the most exciting thing in the world was
to be able to write a book and have people read it.
I excelled in English in high school and
majored in it in college. Grammar came easy to me, spelling too. I loved
writing papers –my favorite homework assignment. After college, I went into
advertising and direct marketing. I started out working with numbers, but found
myself enjoying writing reports even more. I rose quickly in the advertising
world, but something was lacking. There was something else that needed to be
expressed.
My life took a different turn when I got
married and had two children. I immersed myself in their lives and their world.
I got involved in their schools. This is where I got my first idea for a book.
In 2003 my first non-fiction book, Beyond
the Bakes Sale, the Ultimate School Fund-Raising Book, was published by St.
Martin’s Press.
I returned to a day job feeling
unsatisfied. When my youngest went off to college and I lost my beloved aunt, I
got sciatica. While I was laid up, Callie and Mac entered my head. Two
characters who wanted to tell me their story. For the first time, I didn’t
shove them aside, but listened. . I fell in love with them and their struggles
to find love. Since I wasn’t going anywhere, I dared to write their story Now
and Forever 1, A Love Story was born.
My book was raw. I sent it to agents and
got rejected. I found a vanity press and self-published. Then one of the minor
characters from NAF1, Danny Maine, arrived in my head. He wouldn’t leave until
I wrote his story.
With the encouragement of a friend or
two, I submitted Now and Forever 2, The Book of Danny, to Secret Cravings
Publishing. It was accepted and my life as a fiction writer began. I work hard,
seven days a week, often seven or more hours a day. I’m constantly working to
improve my craft and listen to my characters. I love writing, weaving stories,
and being surprised when the story takes an unexpected turn or twist.
I’m lucky. I spend my days working at
something I love. But I’ve sweated for years to get to this place. I can’t see
ever giving up writing. As long as the stories and characters are in my mind,
I’ll continue to write. I hope that readers will continue to read and enjoy my
tales.
Title:
RESCUE MY HEART
Publisher:
SECRET CRAVINGS PUBLISHING
Date
Published: 1/17/2014
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Word Count:
55,000
Blurb:
One smug veterinarian
on a bike runs into one sharp-tongued dog walker, literally. Injury leads to
insult. Adversion leads to attraction. Pug rescue brings them together. A
funny, sarcastic, heart-warming ride.
Excerpt:
A crowd began to
gather. A pair of concerned, dark brown, male eyes stared into hers. “Are you
hurt?” he asked.
“No, idiot brain. I’m
fine. Does it look like I’m fine?”
Attempting to push to her knees from the pavement, she grimaced and let out a
moan. A long scrape on her leg was bleeding, her shoulder ached, and gravel was
embedded in her thigh. Tears clouded her eyes.
Bruce raced over.
“Rory, you okay?”
“Baxter looks like
he’s hurt worse than I am.”
A patrolman appeared
and asked Rory if she needed an ambulance.
“I already called,”
Bruce piped up. The wail of a siren in the distance drew closer.
“This numbskull was
doing sixty, I swear,” she said, pointing to the tall, brown-eyed man.
“That’s ridiculous. I
wasn’t doing sixty.”
The policeman turned
to him. “Sir, can you confirm your speed?”
“There’s no posted
speed limit for bikes. I did kind of lose control around that curve.”
“Kinda?” Rory
muttered. She lay back down on the ground.
“I.D., please.” The
officer put out his hand. The man handed over his driver’s license.
“Dr. Hanson Roberts,”
the cop said, writing in his pad. “A member of the real estate Roberts family?”
He looked up at the doctor.
“Yeah. A ticket? What
for?” Dr. Roberts shifted his weight.
“Reckless biking,
speeding, causing bodily injury to this young woman.”
Rory gave a
half-smile. “Serves you right. What about my dog?” She turned worried eyes to
Baxter, who lay still, whimpering.
“I’ll take him,” the
doctor said.
“Over my dead
body…which you almost have…”
“I’m a vet…”
“I don’t care if you
were in Afghanistan…”
“A veterinarian. Hack
Roberts,” he said, extending his hand.
“A vet? Save him.”
She ignored his offer to shake.
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Author
Bio:
Jean
Joachim, wife and mother of two sons, is owned by Homer, a rescued pug. She’d
been writing non-fiction for what seemed like forever until she got up the
nerve to try fiction. It was love. Now she spends her days in New York City in
the company of her characters, with a cup of tea and a secret stash of black
licorice.
Twitter:
@jeanjoachim
Jean is offering a giveaway of (2) ebook copies of RESCUE MY HEART to two randomly drawn commenters. (Please leave your email addy!)
Good morning, Melissa. Thank you so much for having me here today. This is a great topic and it made me think a great deal about my trip to a published book.
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DeleteWelcome. Thank you for participating. I'm enjoying everyone's stories and experiences. It's interesting seeing the similarities and the notable differences from author to author.
Love your books, Jean! This sounds like another winner. synlab 1 at yahoo dot com
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cindy!
DeleteI'm also a fan of yours Jean:) Keep doing what you love and I'll keep reading, lol!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Molly!
DeleteYou know I love your books - big fan! Excited for this for you!! ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ame and thanks for stopping by.
DeleteThank you, Ame.
DeleteLove hearing your story!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jeanine.
DeleteI am so glad you love writing! Rescue My Heart sounds great!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cindy. And thanks or stopping by.
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