Lori Wilde eBooks
From the time I realized real people wrote the books I loved so dearly, I wanted to be a writer. Every time I spied a shooting star, every birthday I blew out my candles, every coin I tossed into a fountain, I made this same wish---Please let me be a writer. I was such a dreamer! Luckily, my no-nonsense mama told me if I wanted to create stories, I'd have to sit down, pick up a pen and actually write. My fledgling effort came when I was eight and wrote a short story about my, as yet unborn, baby sister. That opus went over big with the family, but no publishers came knocking down my door. I penned my first "novel" when I was twelve (okay, so it was only fifty pages and it was a blatant Cady Woodlawn rip-off, but hey, I was only twelve). At sixteen, I wrote a short story for junior English that earned me an A+. Confident that I was the best thing since peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I submitted the story to Alfred Hitchcock magazine and received a handwritten rejection letter encouraging me not to give up. I was devastated, not realizing it was a good rejection letter. In the meantime, my daddy told me I had to find a way to earn a living and dreaming of being a writer wasn't going to pay the bills, so at his urging I went to nursing school and became an R.N. I didn't do much writing in those busy college days, but once I graduated the writing bug came humming around again. Sixty short stories, sixty rejections and many years later, I followed the advice of a writing teacher and tried my hand at a novel. I decided to target category romance because the books were short and I wasn't so sure I could write anything longer.