Several years back, I attended a writers meeting at a nearby library. My hope was to find someone who’d be willing to read my first novel, which at the time was still grossly overlength and badly needed a fresh pair of eyes. If I could find someone else who wrote YA, we could do a beta reading exchange, and both benefit from it. At least, that’s what the little optimistic voice in my head kept saying. Sadly, when the authors in attendance split off into groups based on genre and age group, my name was the only one listed under “Young Adult.” Despite connecting with an awesome bunch of talented and friendly authors, I was still out of luck when it came to getting help with my book. Or so I thought.
On a desperate whim, I decided to reach out to the woman who’d organized the event. She wrote romance and chick lit – not even close to my category – but I knew she’d written at least two or three novels, which (combined) would be the equivalent length of mine. Plus she seemed super nice. Genre differences aside, maybe she’d be willing to do an exchange.
I was a ball of nervous energy as I sent the email. I’d tried to get help from other authors before, but no one seemed interested (who could blame them, considering the 150K word count), and at that length I certainly couldn’t afford a professional editor charging $3-4 per page. I’d been stuck on this same problem for years, and was beginning to feel hopeless.
When I started reading her reply, that feeling of hopelessness stabbed deeper. She didn’t currently have any books that she needed beta-ed. So, that was that. Then I read the next line: but she would be happy to read my book anyway. I couldn’t believe it. I think I might’ve cried a little.
Instead of just reading the book, this woman – Anna – did something even more amazing. She read it with her then ten-and-a-half-year-old son. They gave me feedback throughout the entire process, telling me what chapter they were on, what they liked, and what needed help. After they were finished, they gave me a list of notes that became my bible as I revised my novel for publication. It was more than I ever could have asked for.
In the time since then, Anna and I have become what she dubbed “writing partners.” Mismatched as we are – she writes romance and easy-going chick lit, I write dark stuff; I’m a planner, she’s a pantser – somehow it works. She began to write a new novel, and I got the opportunity to read it chapter by chapter, giving feedback on each freshly-minted scene. I’d never read something in real time before, right as the author was creating it, and it was pretty cool to be part of that experience.
It didn’t hurt that the book was hilarious, fast-paced, and had me rooting for the main character, Paige, all the way through. As Paige struggled with the ins and outs of getting started in the cut-throat real estate business, I saw my own battle to make it as a writer: the moments of elation, the moments of self-doubt, the moments of despair when giving up feels like the only sane course of action. Paige’s refusal to let those dark moments drag her down made me want to keep my head up and keep fighting too.
Several years down the road, I am still in that fight. Publishing my first novel – the one Anna and her son so generously helped me with – was a definite moment of triumph, but success still seems miles away. I haven’t found my audience yet, my sales are nonexistent, and my writing flame – once a roaring inferno in the pre-pandemic era – is barely a flicker these days.
What better time, then, for Paige to come back into my life, her adventures finally published for the world to enjoy? Reading this book is a fond trip down memory lane – making me laugh all over again at all of the horrible stuff Paige has to go through (the mentor from hell, constant babysitting, delusional clients, a haunted mansion no one wants to buy) , and also reminding me that she has to go through all that stuff to earn her success at the end of the story.
I don’t know what my own life story’s ending will look like, whether I’ll ever truly “make it” as a writer or not, but I sure am glad to have an awesome writing partner like Anna. And I am so totally, insanely proud of her for publishing her first book at long last.






