Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. ~ Henry David Thoreau
|Sequoia National Park with Barbara Edwards|
I wish I could brag I followed my dream, but I am one of those waylaid by life. I wanted to be a space explorer of all things. An astronaut exploring other planets was a second choice. I did get to watch Star Trek. Sigh
I can’t say I didn’t have opportunity. I was a Merit Scholar winner, but got married instead of going to college.
Did I think love would conquer all? I don’t remember. Marrying too young has so many problems. Although the marriage ended, I had children to raise and worked hard to keep them clothed and fed. Dreams were for the nights I wasn’t too tired to remember them.
|Alaska Marine Highway ferry and Barbara Edwards|
What did I dream of? Traveling, only now I wanted to see the world. I found a love of reading had changed to a need to write and I dreamed of being published. I dreamed of a loving relationship with a man I respected.
The only one I worked for was writing. I found friends who write. I kept at it even when I was tired from work and my noisy family demanded my time. (Love ‘em all to pieces). I did imagine one day I’d travel and find my love.
But writing came first.
Then: Surprise! I found a man I could respect and love. Then he shared his love of travel. Another surprise.
Imagine how it felt when I published my first book in 2001, Another Love, a historical romance set in 1892.
I skipped over telling you about all the blocks that had to be overcome, but I want you to know they can be and dreams come true.
What is your dream?
Another Love by Barbara Edwards
Some promises are made to be broken.
Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.
"Look, I need to be on my way. I have important business..." Drew heard his words slur, but he couldn’t wait, couldn’t take the chance that Margaret Warren would escape. He winced when the cold blade slid along his flesh and lifted his whirling head. "Take it easy with that thing. It’s not my fault your child spooked my horse."
Her cool hands stilled when her head jerked up. "My child what?"
Fighting nausea, as well as his wavering vision Drew answered. "You heard me. Your little girl ran under Lancer’s hooves."
"Martha?" she questioned, then returned her gaze to the knife blade slicing closer to his groin.
He glanced at the girl in time to see her give a guilty nod. Tiny fingers knit into the wrinkled material of her pinafore and she toed the ground before she dropped her eyes. Two round tears rolled down her cheeks. The big dog slumped at her feet with a long-suffering sigh.
"Oh, dear. I’m truly sorry. Martha knows better," the mother added sternly, directing her words at the weeping girl. She rubbed her fingers over her denim-covered thigh, drawing his gaze. He shouldn’t notice her innocently sensuous gesture, but he did.
She flipped aside the cut fabric. Cool air hit his thigh and the woman sucked in a shocked breath. Drew glanced down, already knowing what he would see. The barely healed incision where the doctors had removed a shattered bullet gaped nastily, seeping blood. Her fingers trembled. He slumped back with another curse.
"Vat ve got here, Missus?" Drew had been unaware of the huge man wearing an open-necked cotton shirt and soiled coveralls until he knelt beside them. The Swede’s thick accent was barely understandable. Wide as a barn, his shoulders dwarfed the woman’s slender shape. His coarse visage contrasted sharply with her delicate features, but his pale blue eyes showed concern.
She gently shook Drew’s shoulder when his eyelids drooped. "Tell me where you’re visiting. I’ll send a message to your people that you’re hurt." Worry, tinged with guilt, sharpened her tone.
"No one’s expecting me." The desperate need for total secrecy kept his dizziness at bay for the moment. Only his partner, Red Banning knew where he was headed. And the Irishman would wait for him until Hell froze over.
"Much as I hate to take the chance, we’ll move him to the house, Karl," she murmured as though unaware Drew listened.
"Dis is not vise, ve must send him avay."
"But it’s Martha’s fault he’s hurt. We can’t take the chance he’ll collapse somewhere else. They’ll ask questions." She removed her hand from his shoulder and stood. "Send Amos for the doctor and have Jennie and Anna make up a fresh bed in the attic with the older boys.”
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Dreams are essential for the heart and soul. They nourish us, and I believe in their own way, offer adventure. So many people give up on their dreams at the first obstacle. I'm proud of you for reaching for your dreams.
I also wanted to become a space traveler or at the very least an astronaut. Motion sickness and a hyperactive bladder keep me firmly grounded on the Earth, but I'm dreaming of space again through my new science fiction series which I write as Rigel Carson.
I never wanted to "go where no man has gone before." I like the ground firmly beneath my feet but would love to see more of it here on earth. And I will, one of these days. We all have to hold on to those dreams!
I was married at 18 and it was tough. The marriage lasted for 20 years but when it ended, I was left with two pre-teens and needing to put in long hours.
Getting published was a dream come true. Congrats on finding your dream and making it come true!
Beautiful post, Barbara and what a journey you've had. I'm a dream-writer. A story comes in the night. In the morning, I write. Odd but that's what happens. Twenty stories in five years. We all have stories to tell so we enter into our own world and write. Best to you with lots of love. Charmaine
It's never too late for dreams to come true. I'm so glad the fates smiled on you (hard work had a lot to do with it, too).
What an amazing, uplifting life story. You worked hard for your dreams. Congratulations. We published our 1st books in 2001, the fulfillment of one dream. I have the family I always wanted. My dreams now are to travel (that Alaskan cruise is still waiting) and to live long enough to watch my grandchildren grow up.
I look forward to reading that series. good luck with them
I'm working on the new dreams. To finish more stories, to be a bestseller, to visit the Antarctic, And more...
And to you, Melissa. The road was hard but those kids are worth it all.
I'm not surprised. that how I work, too. Good luck and happy dreams
thanks for visiting. May your dreams come true.
2001? Then you're one of the pioneers, too. Who with?
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