I don’t want to introduce myself by being trite or speaking in clichés. But in reading the previous introductory posts of my fellow writers here on Indies Unlimited one thing is very apparent: we’ve all pursued writing as a passion or maybe even as the great love of our lives. And in the case of Indies Unlimited, I feel as if I’ve been given a Golden Ticket, a la Willy Wonka. Thank you Stephen Hise for the generous opportunity.
For me, the knowledge that I was a writer was not as innate as some of my contemporaries. I did have passions, starting with my desire to be a professional ballet dancer. Realizing I wasn’t good enough to feed myself caused a stunning bipolar reaction: why not become an attorney instead? That didn’t work out either. Law school is grueling not to mention expensive and I was already supporting myself and soon to be married. Second passion down the drain.
I settled in corporate America. And while the industry I worked in was fascinating, I was unfulfilled. Personally, my life was wonderful and when my husband had an opportunity in Florida I left the grey skies and the rat race of New Jersey behind and moved to Tampa, Florida.
Can I say this is when Lois began? This sounds very dramatic but is not far from the truth. No longer having to punch a clock and to work what I had always referred to as “a man’s job” allowed me to reflect on what I really wanted to do. Family became the center of my life, raising two beautiful children that I could send into the world as kind, self-sufficient adults. But what else did I want to do?
I learned to play tennis. I planted a rose garden. Orchids are easier, so that was a natural migration. My family enjoyed my cooking and I became very good at it. Finally, I had time to read all the books I had promised myself. Another idea began to form: Could I actually write a book?
Cut to the chase – I did. I took all the things I love, put them in a book and that is why I am here writing with this wonderful group of talented authors.
Can I keep up with them? I’ll certainly try. But honestly, I’ve never seen such a focused group of hard-working people in all my years of corporate life. Writing is a 24-hour deal. When we’re not writing we’re thinking about writing and hopefully we don’t walk into traffic.
So here I am, bringing my experiences and hopefully, unique perspective to this nascent blog. Oh, and a fillip of fabulousness. It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it.
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L.A. Lewandowski is a Contributing Author for Indies Unlimited and author of the novel, Born to Die-The Montauk Murders. For more information please see the IU Bio page and her blog: http://www.cultureandcuisineclub.com
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Lois, having seen your contributions on linkedin I have no doubt that you will be a valued asset to this group. You are an amazing woman.
Is your middle name 'Wonderwoman' by any chance?
Oh Cathy,
LOL. I've been writing so much that lots of things have to take a back seat. I noticed dust under the couch, and when I tried to swiffer it the dust bunnies jumped out and attacked me! I had to run for my life. At least that's my story.
I enjoy your pieces and look forward to reading the next one.
Thanks Yvonne!
I'm really excited to have this opportunity. You're pretty amazing yourself. 🙂
Ballet or Law? Isn't like 'cake or death'?
For the record, not ALL writers are hard working, 24 hour a day types … at least I know of one who's not.
Which writer isn't working hard? Report him or her immediately to the Dark Lord and the Mistress of Minions. No gruel for them!
Ballet taught me lots of things, like doing something a million times to make it look effortless. I would have been a great attorney. I talk a lot and can really argue a point if I set my mind to it. Ask my husband.
Classic line right here: "When we’re not writing we’re thinking about writing and hopefully we don’t walk into traffic." 🙂
Not a truer statement has ever been made.
Blessings,
EJ
God help me if I'm driving and a plot explodes in my brain!
I hope I made that up. 🙂
I've been writing all day and I needed to go to the bank. I looked down when I was there and realized I was wearing these ridiculous slippers. Thank God they have a drive thru.
Thanks for the insights into you. I enjoyed your post. I'm looking forward to more great stuff from you like on your LinkedIn posts.
Thanks Diane,
I hope to contribute helpful and entertaining pieces to this great resource.
Now your memoir has a title, Lois: Slippers in the Drive Thru.
So good to see you here and I love how everyone's journey toward this elusive state of "being a writer" is so unique.
Great title!
I would love to know who else has done something silly like that. They're really ugly slippers.
I probably do something really stupid/absurd every day but don't even notice any more.
Ugh. I used to wear my leopard slippers to Wal-Mart. One time I pumped gas in my pajamas. You think those slippers are ugly? Yikes.
Lois, I remember once (back in the dark ages) when I was in high school, while walking home with my friends we discovered my one friend's nightgown hanging down below her skirt. Now that's pretty silly!
And to tell on myself, I used to play the piano at church. One week-night meeting I walked up to the piano and someone quickly trotted behind me. My full skirt had got caught up in the elastic at the waist and my slip was in full view at the back. She pulled it down for me and I felt really stupid. And it wasn't a ladies only meeting.:-)
Diane,
That's funny … now.
I knew someone that after working really late went to Home Depot the next morning. She's talking to the guy in the paint dept and she looks down and something is sticking out of her pant leg. He sees her look. She reaches down and pulls a pair of panties out of the pant leg and puts it in her handbag. Really cool.
My mother told me the story of seeing a lady walking downtown when her panties dropped. She stepped out of them and walked on.
Yay, Lois in the house! Service! (I know very little about tennis)
LOL
Service is a something provided by a waitress or a woman of ill repute.
Silly man.
Forty love? Advantage Lois? 😉
Oh, if you haven't already, you guys should read Infinite Jest. Set in a tennis academy and a rehab centre. Possibly the most infuriating yet brilliant book I've had the (good/mis)fortune to wrestle with. Insane, obsessive-compulsive, but when it soars, it soars.
I'll have to check it out.
And in the interests of fairness, it's probably important to point out that it took me four years to read… and that the author, David Foster Wallace, who was probably a genius, ended up committing suicide. 🙁
Y'all don't yell that when you hit the ball? Cartoons have lied to me? Can I PLEASE have a club sandwich at least. 😉
Is that Bugs Bunny?
I exhale when I hit the ball. If you yelled, "Service" as you hit the ball it's called a voice let and not courteous. Grunting is ok, tho. 🙂
I don't have any cold cuts in the house, so no sandwich for you.
I'm making brownies, now. No additional fiber.
Lois: I look forward to reading more.
Thanks Wendy!
Did I ever tell you I called myself Wendy when I was a child? My mom would say, "Stop telling people that, it's not your name."
Welcome aboard, Lois. And please keep your head and arms inside the rollercoaster at all times. 🙂
Hi Edward,
I like The Mad Hatter ride. And the Dumbo ride.
Can I ask what the M is for? Manly? Marvelous? Macabre?
Machievellian.
"Me" Edward McNally, so I don't forget which one I am. That, or Michael. 😉
An optional prerequisite for the modern writer is to have done a series of mediocre / unsuccessful / dangerous / boring previous jobs and undertakings, so you qualify rather well, Lois.
If you count my stints as cook and heraldic artist, I have held almost a dozen jobs that led me to writing. And yes, the experiences do figure if you read carefully.
People are intrigued by difference and sparkle. And you have both. Rock on.
Do I have to google "heraldic artist"?
I agree that we are the sum of our experiences. And I'll try to keep sparkling! Thanks for your kind words.
Welcome to the loony bin, Lois. Steve keeps us at bay with extra grog on Fridays. Great to have a fellow Floridian on board. There's a ton of great material happening under our noses every day.
Hi Jim,
You're right about Florida. Every day another story better than fiction!