Celebrate! Our Word Wenches blog is NINE years old this week!
In blog years, that’s … well, since May 22, 2006, we’ve written nearly 1500 blogs, if you do a little math (and we prefer to do only a little math). Consider us wise and Wenchly after all those years and blogs, and very pleased to still be blogging strong. We’re especially pleased and very grateful that you, our blog readers and friends, have been so loyal and such fun over the years!
We’re celebrating with virtual cake and candles, balloons and prezzies – in the form of a great giveaway contest that you can all enter (see details below)! We’re also celebrating with a look back at our very first books – the book that started it all for each of us, taking us by different paths to the Land of Word Wenches, where we indulged our mutual love of history and historical fiction—and found that one of the secrets to a long-lived blog is friendship (along with the ability to go with the flow and be real chill about details, and we’re all pretty good at that)!
Here’s a look at the first books we ever wrote – Part One.
Look for Part Two of our Anniversary Celebration on Friday!
The book that set me on the path to Wenchland was originally called Love’s First Surrender, published by Kensington in 1984. I had just graduated with an accounting degree, was living in a small town that wasn’t fond of the idea of female accountants, and for the first time since I was fourteen, I wasn’t working or going to school or both. I had time to watch my toddler race around the driveway on his Big Wheel, but I was bored out of my skull. I like working. I couldn’t afford to buy books, so I wrote my own. I wrote several, actually, but Surrender is the one I deliberately tried to write to fit the sexy historical romance market of the time. I’d never had a writing class, didn’t know RWA existed, had no notion of how to get published except from Writer’s Digest. But I figured I had to do something to make money if I couldn’t find a job, so I dedicated toddler nap times to writing a sexy historical in long hand in a Walmart notebook. Once I had a complete draft, I bought a used Underwood typewriter and typed it all up. Those were the days of carbon copies, white-out, and boxing 500 pages to ship via snail mail with SASEs inside. I quickly learned to just send the first fifty pages!
And lo and behold, I got The Call the same week I was hired by two Baptist deacons as an accountant. Sometimes, we get what we wish for—and it only makes life more complicated!