It was brought to my attention a few days ago that my one hundredth book has come and gone and I didn’t even know it. Even stranger, it wasn’t the momentous occasion I once thought it should be. Why? I suppose because my world has become so wrapped up in caring for family members in varying stages of illness and disease, that keeping track of something that has become commonplace, like my writing, fell a long ways down on the ‘to do’ list of my life.
Writing is still my safe place to fall. It is still the place I go when the reality of my life becomes overwhelming. Telling the stories that live in my head and sharing them with people who love to read is a priceless gift and the best therapy ever, but never doubt for a moment that I don’t treasure the ability, because I do.
My first published book was Sara’s Angel, written under my name, Sharon Sala, and it came out in the fall of 1991.
My one hundredth book, Going Twice, also written as Sharon Sala, came out last fall.
Poor Going Twice.
It was the middle child of my Forces of Nature trilogy and we all know what kind of attention the middle child gets, so I feel bad that there was no party, or even any cake. I didn’t take a picture. I didn’t make a banner across my page or hold contests and give away copies to my fabulous readers. But… it wasn’t because of a lack of pride in the story. It was just the overwhelming reality of what I was living. The one hundredth book took a back seat to life.
I think acknowledgment a year late is better than none.
I want my readers to know how much I value their presence in my life and I am making a promise that if I make it to the two hundredth book, I will throw the biggest party ever and you’re all invited.