Today I have the honor to present Meg Waite Clayton during the launch week of her brand new novel. Meg has been an inspiration to many on SheWrites, with a long history of welcoming and taking newcomers under her wing through her 1st Books site as well. Last fall she ran "Dawn Chorus", my essay on writing that is also a tribute to my late mother-in-law--you can read it here. Please welcome her and then, if you are so inspired, run right out and pick up this fabulous new book.
The history of my own writing starts with a purse. Like the character of Linda in my second novel, The Wednesday Sisters, my first writing teacher—at a college extension class—dumped hers out over the table and told us to write for five minutes about anything that spilled out. She swore we wouldn’t have to read (just as Linda does in The Wednesday Sisters when she’s pushing the sisters to write at the picnic table in the park). Then she called on me to read first.
Which is the good news. If she hadn’t, I’d have ducked out before she could. It had taken all the nerve I had just to get to that class, to admit that, yes, I dreamed of writing novels.
To make a long story short from that point, I’m just going to say it: Ten Years. That’s how long it took me from dumped purse to first novel on bookstore shelves. The thing that kept me going: writing friends. Like the Wednesday Sisters in the book, none of my early writing friends was published when we started out, but we now count – as of the publication of The Four Ms. Bradwells yesterday – seven books between the four of us, and an eighth under contract. We’re a stubborn bunch—which, if you’ve read any of the guest posts I’ve been honored to host on 1st Books—seems to be what it takes. So it seems fitting that the first Four Ms. Bradwells sighting was by my best writer-pal, Brenda Rickman Vantrease.
It took me another five years to get a second novel published after my first, The Language of Light, sold “modestly.” (I’m absolutely thrilled, though, that Ballantine will be releasing it in paperback for the first time this June.) In the interim, I learned the hard way that while just being published is lovely, book sales are important, too. I have come to see that booksellers are the front line in helping new voices find audiences, and I do my best to support the booksellers who support writers. Selling books is as much a labor of love as writing them is.
And so is publishing. I know the publishing world can seem impersonal. Believe me, I know what a form rejection looks like. But I also know that most people in publishing stay there because they love books, and work really, really hard. I feel incredibly lucky to have a wonderful team helping me negotiate the turbulent waves of these changing publishing days.
Which leaves me with readers.
C.S. Lewis once said, “We read to know that we are not alone.” It’s a funny thing to think that a solo activity connects us in ways that little else does. But I know reading has made me feel understood, and helped me understand myself in ways that nothing else does. I hope that my writing will make you feel understood, too. And I appreciate all the precious time you commit to reading. Without readers, there would be no books. – Meg
P.S. If you’re leaving here to take a look at The Four Ms. Bradwells – thank you! And will you take a look at The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen as well? It came out yesterday, too, and is a wonderful novel. Thanks!
Meg Waite Clayton is the bestselling author of The Four Ms. Bradwells, The Wednesday Sisters, and The Language of Light, which was a finalist for the Bellwether Prize. Her work has been heard on public radio and appeared in magazines including Runner’s World, Writer’s Digest and The Literary Review, and online at theHuffington Post. Her novels have been translated into languages from German to Chinese, and her short works have been presented in staged reading and anthologized. A graduate of the University of Michigan and Michigan Law School, she lives with her family in Palo Alto, California.