How to Get Published is a continuing feature at The Book Bin where we ask authors to tell us their publishing stories. Was it a rocky road or did it come easy for them? Did they start with an agent and get a NY publisher interested in their book or did they self-publish? What words of wisdom do they have for all of us who would like to be published one day?
Today’s guest is Lynda Simmons, author of the literary fiction novel, Island Girl, published by Berkley.
I have always told stories. When I was a kid, most adults would have called them lies, but not my parents. They understood that their youngest child had a vivid imagination and they never once tried to squash it with ridicule or punishment. Instead, they explained again and again the difference between imagination and real life until finally I understood: imagination went on paper. Real life just went on.
In school my teachers were equally supportive and I became the kid whose stories were copied and passed around in Composition Class as examples of good writing. It didn’t always make me popular, but it did make me proud and I began to think that maybe I could be a real writer one day.
Naturally, I studied English at university and that almost succeeded in killing my belief that I could write. Still, I kept on scribbling – horror stories for the most part that were mainstream and plot driven and were never going to be good enough even though they gave me more pleasure than just about anything else I was doing. But it was fifteen years before I finally sent a single one of them out the door.
During those years, I took every writing course available and went to every conference and workshop I could find (they weren’t as plentiful as they are now). And it was finally one instructor who gave me a mental slap and told me to send something out. So I took a chance and sent something out and they took it, which didn’t surprise that same instructor, who then told me that the horror market was soft, and introduced me to the romance market, which was booming in the early nineties.
Turned out there was another conference coming up, a romance conference this time. I already had an idea for a novel (I always have ideas for novels) so I signed on for the conference and made an appointment to pitch my idea to an editor.
Now, I speak quickly at the best of times, but you put me in a room with a timer, tell me I have eight minutes to say my piece, and I will spew words at speeds that could break the sound barrier.
Fortunatly, the editor liked what she was hearing, told the woman with the timer to back off and asked me to go on – a little slower this time. When I was finished, she asked me to send three chapters, which I did. Then she asked me to send the whole manuscript, which I did. Then she asked me to sign a contract, which I happily did!
After that I found an agent, which I should have done earlier, but what did I know? I went on to write six romantic comedies for Harlequin and Kensington, making the jump to mainstream fiction with Getting Rid of Rosie in 2009 and now Island Girl in 2010.
My path to the bookshelves hasn’t always been easy. Any writer will tell you that rejection and disappointment are part of the business. But I’ve learned to pick myself up and try again.
And I definitely don’t leave my stories in the drawer any more.Eight books and three agents later, I can honestly say that I still love telling stories as much as the little girl who made up tales about bodies in the basement at the dinner table. And I can’t imagine I’ll ever stop!
Lynda Simmons is a writer by day, college instructor by night and a late sleeper on weekends. She grew up in Toronto reading Greek mythology, bringing home stray cats and making up stories about bodies in the basement. From an early age, her family knew she would either end up as a writer or the old lady with a hundred cats. As luck would have it, she married a man with allergies so writing it was.
With two daughters to raise, Lynda and her husband moved into a lovely two storey mortgage in Burlington, a small city on the water just outside Toronto. While the girls are grown and gone, Lynda and her husband are still there. And yes, there is a cat – a beautiful, if spoiled, Birman.
When she’s not writing or teaching, Lynda gives serious thought to using the treadmill in her basement. Fortunately, she’s found that if she waits long enough, something urgent will pop up and save her – like a phone call or an e-mail or a whistling kettle. Or even that cat just looking for a little more attention!
Her latest book is Island Girl.
You can visit her website at www.lyndasimmons.com or connect with her on Twitter at https://twitter.com/#!/LyndaMSimmons and Facebook at www.facebook.com/pages/Lynda-Simmons-Author/149740745067442?.





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