I know it’s awful to stay away for so long, only to come back to brag. But here I am and I came back to brag.
I sold a piece to Huffington Post Personals! (Key word: sold) This is how it happened, for those of you who are writers and are wondering how these things happen, and for those of you who are just curious, or for those of you who think my writing stinks and you want to get over there to see what the hell they saw in it.
My husband and I celebrated our 63rd anniversary this year, and it seemed like a pretty big deal, at least to us. (Nobody else seemed to notice, but I chalk it up to having had so many they’re getting bored with that whole rah rah thing.) So I wrote a story about what it’s like to share our lives together for such a long, long, long, long time. It was a kind of a fluff story with just a touch of conflict, just so no one would think it was a little bit of heaven all the time–or that I must have been lying.
But once it was finished I didn’t know what to do with it, until someone on a private Facebook writing group mentioned this great editor over at Huffington Post who was a dream to work with. (Who knew HuffPo took personal stories?) I wrote his name down–Noah Michelson–but when I went to send it I forgot to address it to him. So mad at myself! But wonder of wonders, he got it and he liked it and he asked me to wait a while until he could get back to it. He said he’d have some edits.
So a couple of weeks later he sent my draft back to me with a boat load of “suggestions”. He wanted names, he wanted pictures, he wanted a better feel for what it’s like to live with the same person for 63 years, growing from young to old. He wanted conflict. He wanted a complete rewrite.
I admit I balked at first. This wasn’t what I had in mind. I just wanted to throw something out there and call it an anniversary remembrance. But when I began to work on it, so much of what made up our lives over those sixty-plus years now seemed important. We lived through some of the most tumultuous times in recent history. We were married in the mid-fifties and matured during the crazy 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s.
It changed us. We raised a family. We grew apart. We grew together. But mainly we grew. And as our careers moved in different directions, we became more interesting to each other. We became more interested.
I loved writing the new story and I think it came out well. Much better than the original story. So I have to thank Noah for pushing me to dig deeper. I need to do this more often.