In August 2008 I lost my job. It was not the first time I had experienced the situation. So the panic that often accompanies these events did not consume me. I had learned first hand, that my world would not end. But I also knew it would change.
WHAT? they all said. Have you lost your mind? Do you know how hard that is? Especially at your age, you fifty-something woman, you! And you want to write? Don’t you know no one makes money writing!
I jumped off the ledge without a well thought out, detailed plan of what this would all look like. Yes, I knew I wanted the agent who I had signed with just before I left the big office to sell that novel I had been writing in my spare time. My hope was it would all get clear then.
It didn’t happen quite like that.
What I know for sure is this is how it was supposed to unfold. There are no straight lines to where we are meant to go.
Had I, the daughter of first generation Greek-Americans, not chosen this circuitous path out of the apartment I grew up in Glen Oaks on the outskirts of Queens I would have less to write about. A BA from Rider University and a MA from Temple afforded me the educational background.
The life experiences I have had make me a better consultant. Would I know as much about social media and digital marketing had I still been working in the land of let’s wait and see if this catches on?
Working for corporations like CBS and Time Warner and now being an entrepreneur expand my vision and benefit those I work with. I can speak from the perspective of someone who has walked the walk. And that agent. She never got me the book deal. So I jumped again and joined the ranks of the self-published.