Earlier this week, someone asked me why I started writing books.
They might have meant what do I believe is the greater purpose, what kind of message do I want to send to the world, blah blah blah. The reality is, I started writing books because of a truck.
My husband’s truck, specifically.
For anyone keeping score, that’s a 1984 Toyota Land Cruiser. In the spring of 2013, my husband noticed something wrong with the truck. Something disturbing. Horrific, even.
Dun Dun DUN!!!
Rust is bad for trucks. It wears holes in their sides and makes them generally look like crap. Ergo, the rust had to be removed with extreme prejudice.
Scrape and paint? No.
General patchwork? Nope.
Take it apart and basically redo the whole body? BINGO.
I don’t know if this is true. I asked him what he did. His response: blah blah body blah inner lining blah rust prevention blah blah money.
Or something to that effect.
Oh and he also put a lift on it. For fun.
And he did all this himself.
This really has to do with why I started writing books. Trust me.
Did I mention he did all of this himself? Do you have any comprehension how long that takes?
So this is how it started.
Later, truck parts were stored in our family room.
Our niece came to visit during this process. Our “guest room” is the family room. The truck parts were still there during her visit, and I had to make them pretty. So I threw an afghan over them.
This is about how I started writing books, remember?
So this went on for countless weeks into months…years? Maybe. It’s all a blur. The good news is, my husband eventually completed the Rust Removal Operation of 2013.
Wanna guess what I was doing while the husband spent thousands of hours rebuilding his truck?
That’s right. I wrote a book.
A girl’s gotta keep busy.
Ordinarily, during the fair spring and summer months we would go camping or biking or other fun outdoor activities that make Colorado awesome.
But in this year, we couldn’t do that. Partly because we used to take the truck when we did these things, but also because every weekend was now devoted to the truck’s repairs.
So I finally took the characters that had been floating around in my head for a while and gave them a story. Eventually, the story turned into a book.
I would have written the book eventually without the truck, I’m sure. It just gave me the nudge I needed.
Since I finished that first book, I’ve written four more and am working on a fifth. Two will be published in the next few months.
My husband doesn’t hesitate to remind me that I have the truck to thank for this.