After a successful auditing career, Dora left the corporate world to be a stay-at-home mom to her two sons. Eventually, needing something more to fill her days, she started writing heart racing, God-gracing books.
Dora belongs to the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and the Carolina Christian Writers.
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A little about Dora…
After a successful auditing career, Dora left the corporate world to be a stay-at-home mom to her two sons. Eventually, needing something more to fill her days, she started writing heart racing, God-gracing books. Dora belongs to the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and the Carolina Christian Writers.
Have you ever thought about the roads you’ve traveled? Bumpy, windy roads. Roads filled with potholes, forks, and turns. Up mountains. Through valleys. Quiet, country roads and bustling, noisy intersections. Have you considered how few roads are actually smooth?
I’m not one of those writers who dreamed of putting words on paper from an early age. Writing wasn’t in my career path. If I had seen it coming, I probably would have made a u-turn and headed in the opposite direction. After all, I’d spent twelve years writing and editing audit reports. Painful, excruciatingly so. You see, I’m one of those perfectionists. You know the kind. I analyze every word I write. Delete. Retype. Scratch my head. Is that scene tight enough? Thorough without giving too much backstory?
But, I have always wanted to read, loved to read. Had to have a book in my hands or on my computer. Don’t you feel lost if you don’t have four or five books lined up ready to read? Me? Currently, I have sixteen and that doesn’t include what’s on my wish list on the computer. Anybody on Goodreads? I joined recently and spent a Saturday afternoon inputting some of the books I’d read over the last few years. My closet yielded over 100 books and that wasn’t all of them, just the “keepers.” Every time I came out with an armload, my sweet hubby’s jaw dropped to the floor. “You know the library would probably love you if you donated some of those.” He said.
“I have donated books to the library. And I take books to the local used bookstore. I’m just not willing to part with these.”
He shakes his head. A non-reader, he has no clue the panic that clutches my chest when my reading shelf runs low.
After I dropped out of the workforce to taxi my two sons around—and to make sure one of them actually attended school, he had a slight problem with that—God planted the “writing” seed in my heart.
“Me? Write? No way,” I scoffed. God didn’t want me to do something that I didn’t enjoy, did He? Surely, I was mistaken.
Has God ever called you to travel a different road than the one you were on? God never promises a smooth road. But He does promise that He’ll be with us, that He’ll never leave us to fend for ourselves.
And God desires an obedient heart, doesn’t He? So, I sat down at the computer and wrote. I soaked up online writing courses and attended a writer’s conference. Joined American Christian Fiction Writers, Carolina Christian Writers, and a critique group. I finished a manuscript, but after rejections from an agent and a publisher, I tucked it deep in the closet. I’d done what God asked me to do, right? I was finished.
Not! What happens when God expects you to do something? He doesn’t let go, does He? The writing seed dug in, took root around my heart with the idea for Journey’s End, which germinated from a newspaper article about a mobster, finally convicted for his crimes years later. God watered that seed until it grew into a manuscript, even fertilized it with a few rejection letters and dismal contest results.
After each rejection and contest announcement, I would stop writing. How many “no’s” can a person take? A few months would pass, then I would pull out that rejection letter and look at it again with a fresh perspective, focusing on the positive comments. Each letter offered constructive ideas on how to make my writing stronger and better. I could see progression and growth. God renewed my vigor and encouraged me to dig back in. One manuscript grew into two. Then, three.
A dear friend from Carolina Christian Writers directed me to White Rose Publishing and on New Year’s Eve in 2010, some five years after I started down this crazy writing road, White Rose Publishing offered me a contract for Journey’s End, my first heart racing, God-gracing book in the Marshals of Journey Creek series. Can you think of a better way to end one year and to begin another? Who needs fireworks? Shortly after that, my second book, Journey’s Edge, finished second in the 2010 Unpublished Beacon Contest.
Wow! Thank you, God, for walking hand-in-hand with me on this crazy journey and for filling my heart with joy! Who knew writing could be so exciting?
What is your own journey like? Curvy? Full of potholes? Are you facing a mountain? Don’t give up! You never know what’s ahead. Whatever road you’re on, my prayer is that God blesses your journey!
Dora, thanks so much for sharing your story. I'm glad you answered God's call for your life. It's so true when you say to never give up...we never know what's ahead. God has great plans in store for each of us and He works everything out according to his awesome purposes.
Uh…read. What else do writers do to relax? While my hubby’s watching his favorite television show, I kick my recliner back and read. Or rock on the front porch swing, depending on how hot or cold it is. During football season, you’ll catch me cheering for the Tampa Bay Bucs or Carolina Panthers.
From one write to another, I agree...reading is one of my favorite things to do to relax. You write romance novels, but is that your preferred type of book to read for leisure?
Can you see my eyebrows hitting the ceiling? I love witnessing that first spark between a man and a woman and journeying with them as they fall in love. I love stories of grace and forgiveness, of second chances and happy-ever-afters. Yeah, you’ll only find inspirational romance and romantic suspense books in my to-be-read pile.
Oh, we must be kindred spirits...the same is on my TBR shelf. Where is the most exotic place you’ve ever traveled to?
OK, so my rejuvenation trips to the beloved North Carolina mountains don’t count? Hmmm…exotic place. Probably our cruise to Jamaica. Nothing more relaxing than sitting outside on the ship’s deck with my hubby, enjoying a soda, gazing at sparkling water, shimmering in the sunlight. Beautiful! Antarctica is my husband’s dream destination. I’m not so sure…
NC and Jamaica sound nice, but I'm not so sure about visiting Antarctica either. My favorite place we went to was Hawaii. I'd love to go back there.
Devastated after the brutal murder of her husband, Chelsea Hammond vows never to love another lawman. Intent on rebuilding her shattered life, she turns her focus to helping troubled teens. But when an angry father bent on retaliation, threatens her, Chelsea must turn to the one man she never thought to trust: Deputy U.S. Marshal Trey Colten.
Trey wants only to protect Chelsea, but she blames him for her husband’s death. Trey can relate. He blames himself, also. As danger lurks, Trey begs Chelsea to heed his warnings. He let down one Hammond. He won’t let down another—especially one who now holds his heart.
When Chelsea is snatched from her home, can she put aside her fear and trust Trey with her life? Can she forgive him for destroying her past and let him help to rebuild her future?
Where one journey ends, another begins…
Sounds very intriguing. Can't wait to read it! Dora, I am so excited to have you here as a guest today. Thanks for sharing your writing journey and chatting with me.
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“I suppose I should have been a vet.” Chelsea stroked the dog’s fur from his head all the way down his back, careful not to touch his wounded leg.
“Maybe. But I don’t think you’ve wasted your energy or your talents as a guidance counselor. Teenagers can’t seem to resist you, either.”
That produced a full-fledged smile in his direction. Way to go, Colten!
“Remember that natural charm I warned you about?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Yes. And after a few days in your presence, I’m inclined to agree with you.”
He pulled into the veterinarian’s parking lot and glanced her way, surprised to see her grinning. “What?”
“Saved by the vet.”
Her words hit him like a piano dropping ten stories. She was flirting with him.
He took his time walking around to her side of the truck. He opened the door and leaned in, planting his hand on the seat next to her shapely legs. His face hovered inches from hers while he savored the way her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, the lips that curved in that always graceful way, and the eyes that spoke everything his heart wanted to hear.
Her eyes closed, and her lips parted slightly.
Trey snapped out of it. He couldn’t do this. He was on the job. She didn’t know the secrets he knew, the truth about her husband.
Her eyes startled open. As much as he wanted to partake and enjoy, he couldn’t. He touched a silky curl framing her face and ran it through his fingers. “You need to know that right now I’m working. But there will come a time, soon, when I’m not.”