My doctor ordered twice daily Heparin shots, which I injected into my abdomen for ten days. I also went off of Plavix and onto Coumadin, a blood thinning drug intended to keep my clotting factor between 2.0 and 3.0 and gradually dissolve the clot. The doctor also took me off hormones, which I still took for a heart condition. Seventy-six, and suddenly experiencing hot flashes. Go figure.
While waiting for the clot to slowly dissolve over the next twelve months, my doctor ordered me to alternate short periods of moving around and long periods of sitting or lying with my foot higher than my heart, even in bed.
Since I could not sit for long at the computer, my muse abandoned me. I couldn't write, but for brief periods I could edit existing manuscripts, so I printed one and went to work in my recliner, revising the pages, foot elevated on pillows.
I could no longer stand in line at the post office to mail submissions. The first three months I was not even allowed to drive, so I zapped the newly-revised manuscript off electronically to eBook publishers.
Then I printed another completed novel and revised it. Around Thanksgiving someone (God, I'm inclined to believe) forwarded an email to me about a new eBook publisher accepting electronic submissions. I emailed my latest revised manuscript to Desert Breeze Publishing, Inc., on December 3, 2009. The next afternoon I received an offer from the publisher. Gail Delaney loved my quirky heroine and my story.
Would I still be sending off manuscripts to print publishers if I hadn't developed a blood clot? I'm not sure. By the end of 2008 I'd decided that if I didn't sell something in 2009 I was jumping off the rejection merry-go-round. I'd cease going through the motions of writing, stop calling myself a writer. No more RWA. No more critique group. No more sitting at my computer spinning romantic tales of suspense.
I'd pitched my novels at three National conventions, had an editor of print books willing to read everything I wrote, had once come so close to selling to Precious Gems that I bought a special outfit to wear to book-signings. Those pants are now threadbare.
I'd had it with trying to sell my novels, was ready to toss out my desire to see my name on the cover of a book and toss my flash drives, too. All the 'you can't get an agent until you sell, and you can't sell without an agent' talk had finally discouraged me.
That, and a long bout with writer's block. The rodeo-rider-turned contractor who remodeled my master bath and inspired Restored Dreams, an already completed novel, died of non-hodgkin's lymphoma while remodeling my second bathroom, and for several years my creative spark barely flickered.
That flame leaped to life when my future editor with Desert Breeze said she liked my submission. Affirmation of friends and family is one thing. Having a professional who earns her living reading submissions write she liked my novel and wanted to publish it if I agreed caused a flood of inner satisfaction no one had warned me to expect. Her words vilified all those hours spent at the computer.
My life is forever changed because of that blot clot. I'm limited to short car trips. Every morning I have to force my slightly enlarged leg into support hose to help with circulation. I grew up in the South and love to bury my hands in just-turned soil, but am no longer allowed to garden on my knees.
Not all the clot dissolved, but the part left in my groin will never dissolve and cannot dislodge. My blood found other veins to pulse through and now bypasses the clot.
I thank God every morning that I can again walk two miles on the treadmill and enjoy a two mile outdoor stroll when I need time away from the computer, but I still haven't lost the weight I gained while laid up. Between those walks I write and revise.
Good luck with your writing, and never, ever give up.
Toni, thank you for sharing your inspiring story. Do you have a favorite inspirational quote to share?
"Suffering serves as ballast for our craft on the waters of life." (Author unknown)
Deputy Sheriff Jon Sutherland reunites with his high school sweetheart when he responds to a silent alarm she sets off while house sitting. This chance meeting sends the sheriff and Zoe Westmoreland on a roller coaster run for their lives.
Burglars escaping from her parents’ home send her sprawling. Twice. Then she finds the gardener floating face down in the family pool and interrupts a burglary-in-progress next door. When the gardener's death is ruled a homicide Jon moves in to keep Zoe safe. Not all that easy.
Two men try to force their vehicles off the road, and the one time Jon leaves Zoe alone those really bad guys show up again. Thanks to Zoe's quick thinking and resourcefulness, the crooks get a free ride to the hospital and she winds up in Jon’s arms for keeps.
Ooh, sounds like a book that's going on my TBR pile. Where can readers find more info about this book?
Purchase Link: http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-113/Toni-Noel-Law-Breakers/Detail.bok
Harried business owner Carina Carrington needs help on the busiest day of her career, and her secretary sick, not a good looking temporary employee whose voice even distracts her. He's good at his job and she can't help but wonder if he's good at other things, but thanks to his strict adherence to proper business ethics, Greg Lawless wants no part of workplace romances. Will Carina have to let the best help she's ever had go to assure her dreams come true?
Sounds intriguing. Where can readers find this new book?
Purchase Link: http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-173/Toni-Noel-Temp-to/Detail.bok
Toni, it was so great to have you here today to share your inspiring story. Where can readers connect with you online?
My website: http://www.toninoelauthor.com
Hope everyone can stay and chat for a bit. Do you have an inspiring writing story? Toni and I would love to chat with you about it.