Five minutes can change a life. In five minutes, you can have a cup of coffee, open an email, or post on social media sites. I like to think of my life in five minute segments. I almost see it as a challenge. What can I do in five minutes that can change my life? For me, my life revolves around two things: my family and my writing. Most recently it has been the book Montana Mustangs, the second book in the Nymph Series. This entire book was written in what always started as five minutes stretches. Once I started looking for five free minutes in my day I started finding them: while I waited for my kids to get out of school I made use of those few free minutes, while I waited for a meeting, or while I waited for dinner to cook. Sometimes I would start with those five minutes and they would stretch into hours. Sometimes all it was were those precious minutes. Yet, in just a few short months I had Montana Mustangs completed. When I was writing Montana Mustangs those minutes were reserved exclusively for writing—not daydreaming or thinking about the next plot point. Suddenly, when I was driving to pick up my children I had great book ideas (How I wish I had a marker I could write on windows with!). As a result, my characters were like my friends, visiting me during the day and telling me how the story should move ahead. It was amazing how I conditioned myself to plan ahead during moments of downtime so when I reached for my computer I was ready.In addition to writing Montana Mustangs (and then the next book in the series), I have had the fabulous opportunity of teaching courses on writing to published and yet-to-be-published authors. The most common excuse I hear as to why a person couldn’t finish a book was/is: “I don’t have the time.” I immediately think of my five minute challenge. Everyone has five minutes at some point in their day that isn’t occupied by crying kids, phone calls, cooking, or working at a nine-to-five job. The hard part is utilizing them. If you have a passion and you really want to change your life I recommend you start with my rule. It doesn’t have to be writing. Maybe you want to lose weight? Start knitting? Find those spare moments in your day and before long you will have attained a goal in which you had never thought possible. When you achieve your goal you will become empowered.
How Writing Saved my Marriage
A few years ago, I was a brand new mom hell bent on doing the best job I could to raise my children—which to me meant I would stay home and raise my children while my husband went to work. We never meant it as a statement on gender roles or my mental aptitude for success, no. He and I met young and he was in a stable industry which promised us a secure income (not bathing in hundred dollar bills, mind you). When I finished college we made a choice that instead of heading off to a nine to five job we would start a family and as soon as our children were in school we could readdress the issue of my job-seeking. At the t
ime, I thought this was a fantastic idea and to this day I still agree with my initial decision. It made little sense for me (a trained Archeologist by day and a Telemetry Tech by night) to go after a job that would keep me traveling or force us to move and thus make him give up his secure job. After our first child was born, I decided that I wanted to do something for my child and I decided to write a children’s book in honor of their entrance into the world. Amazingly enough, though I knew virtually nothing about publishing, the book was picked up by a publishing house and my journey as an author began. During this time, I tried to promote my book (though these were the days before the Facebook and Twitter booms). I reached out to all the people I knew and pocket sold a fair amount of books. I loved that in some small way I could contribute financially to our growing family. Soon we had a two-year-old and another on the way. And just as soon as I found out I was pregnant with the second child I soon found out that we were having a miscarriage. I blamed myself. I blamed my life. I blamed the world. In hind sight I know that it was just one of those things which happens to many women—it was unstoppable. Against our doctor’s orders we went ahead and got pregnant again—and six months into the pregnancy I was told I would have to be on bed rest for the next four months. The time was maddening. While confined to a bed I considered writing more children’s books, but after having gone through the marketing and distribution of the first book I made a choice—writing children’s books just wasn’t the direction I wanted to go. I needed more of a mental challenge. I wanted to write full length fiction—and more than that I wanted to write romance—the genre that I had always wanted to write, but had previously been scared to admit to my friends and family. Before I could begin my first romance novel, my second child was born—only a few weeks early and relatively healthy. The days and nights flew by and soon my husband was back to work and taking care of our family’s financial needs. I found that I was by myself with two small children all day (he worked nights) while he slept and then was by myself when he went to work and the kids went to bed. I kept thinking about writing the romance novel of my dreams, but each time I thought “I’m not creative enough…” Each time I started to pick up the pen I made another excuse as to why I couldn’t do what I wanted. I began feeling the strains of being a new mom, of being lonely (I didn’t want to be a mom that watched the clock and waited for the exact minute my husband was supposed to be home), of not financially contributing to our family, and I still held wounds from losing our second baby. In an effort to follow my heart and to begin the healing process, I started writing short stories and pieces for parenting magazines—it was a comfortable move from children’s fiction to family-centered non-fiction. I loved writing the pieces and before long found I had a small cult following. I then won a writing contest in which I talked about the emotional rollercoaster which followed the loss of a pregnancy. That win pushed me. Someone…well not just someone, but many...loved what I wrote. That day I sat down and started writing my first novel. I had never written a full length novel. I’d never written creative fiction—not even in college. But I knew it was what I wanted. I wanted to create a work of fiction and contribute intellectually to the world. I wanted to show those who thought I was just a stay at home mom who was strapped to the kitchen stove—I could do more (during this time someone—not my husband—told me that they would never have married a woman like me as I had no earning potential). Nothing drives me more than being put down. I always cheer for the underdog. The first book I wrote took me a year to write. I sent it out with the blind hope that someone else would love what I had to write. The book failed.
It failed big.One editor told me I should go back to college (oh, how I wish I was kidding). I cried in my husband’s arms and hated that I had given up a year to write the book. I hated the thought that I had spent time which I could have given to my children in order to follow my dream. I felt selfish and stupid. I pitied myself and cursed my dream. I fell back into the loneliness of being a stay at home mom with a husband who worked nights. And then one day my husband asked me what I wanted to do. As much as the wounds of failing hurt, I told him I still wanted to be a writer. I didn’t care if I ever made money, but I wanted to see my name on the cover of a book in print. Just as before, he promised his love and support. And in that moment I realized what a wonderful man I had married. Here he was accepting that I may never get published, that I may never contribute anything to the family, and yet he knew I was going to require many hours in which he would need to take the kids and keep the household in order so that I could write and focus on my dream. He promised that we would work together and he would support me in whatever I wanted to do—regardless of the outcome. Again I was barraged with insults from strangers and family alike—why would I keep on doing this if I had failed? Why didn’t I just stick to children’s fiction? The best—That I didn’t care about my family because I was selfishly going after my own foolish desires (talk about pouring salt on a wound). I drove on. I joined professional organizations for romance authors. I joined critique groups. I spent our money on going to conferences so that I could take more classes and talk to authors. I gave my dream everything I had. I wrote another book. I submitted. I waited for the rejection letters/hate mail. Because this isn’t fiction I have to admit the letters started coming and I was faced with the possibility that once again I may have failed. But then I received an offer… and another…and another…and another…Fast-forward a couple of years to today. As I sit here and write this I am proud to say that my family is stronger than it has ever been. My husband still works nights, but in a funny turn of events I now look forward to his going so I can focus on writing. I have a book out in print and several more as e-books. I have made the bestsellers list on different occasions. I have signed a multiple book contract with Crimson Romance for The Nymph Series (the second book comes out May 6 entitled Montana Mustangs). I have met several amazing editors in person who I thought I would never meet. I have met several famous authors and been absolutely star-struck. I have won more awards for my writing. I have taken a job at a publishing house. I have started to teach classes to new authors. I’ve been featured in The Independent, the Missoulian, several other newspapers/magazines, and USA Today. I’m succeeding at following my dream. I have to admit that I have more dreams. I think once you take one step you must take another or you will only stand still. My biggest dream? One day I hope that I will make the USA Today and New York Times Bestsellers lists. Yet, if this dream is not fulfilled I’m okay. I have the knowledge that I have had the courage to stand up against neigh Sayers and the fortitude to survive heartbreak. And most of all I have the most amazing husband in the world and I know that if I wouldn’t have had him and his support I would have never had the strength to follow my dreams. So to him—Thank you, you are incredible.
Resolutions and Self-doubt...
Happy New Year! 
This is the week for resolutions and new beginnings. I have a series of resolutions (as I always do) I will write more, weigh less (writing is not easy on the waist line), and I will spend more quality time with the family. I am like every other woman—filled with goals, aspirations and dreams to be the most perfect version of myself (and men wonder why we are so hard on ourselves).
I know I will fail at some of my goals, I tend to allocate for a little regression. I may not lose the five (alright, fifteen) pounds I would like to lose, but I have accomplished one of my dreams. It has taken years and there has been hidden pits filled with self-doubt and self-pity. There have been days filled with so much greatness it’s hard to believe it is my life. In the last few years I have become a published, and somewhat well-known, author.And it all started with a simple goal—one little resolution changed my entire life. It was simple, write a little bit every day and see if I could write a book. I wasn’t an English major, a librarian, or a teacher (though I envy all of those educational backgrounds); instead I have my degree in Anthropology (with an emphasis in Archeology). I was just a normal woman, looking for a change, and filled with a dream.
This has in no way been an easy undertaking (like I said it has taken years—and will take many years to come). There have been many more rejection letters than fan letters and acceptance letters combined.This week marks a momentous occasion in the life of an author—this week (December 31st) my sixth book was published entitled, The Nymph’s Labyrinththrough Crimson Romance. It has been featured in USA TODAY and has been accumulating tremendously wonderful reviews. I couldn’t be happier. This book is the first in The Nymph Series, a three+ book collection. I am in the editing stages of the second book entitled, Montana Mustangs, which will be available later this year.
The Nymph’s Labyrinth is the book that was in my heart. The book I had to write because of my Archeology-loving background. To me there are few things more fun than sitting in the bottom of a hole, dirty, sweat-covered, and searching for things that haven’t been seen or touched for thousands of years.Blurb: A world shrouded in mystery and intrigue, the Sisterhood of Epione must not be exposed. Shape-shifting nymph Ariadne Papadakis is tasked with keeping the truth of the group’s existence and their ancient mysteries far out of reach of the American archeologist, Beau Morris and his troublemaking son, Kaden. When forgotten and forbidden passions are awakened, Ariadne is forced make a choice - fall in line and continue to be overrun and pushed down by the sisterhood, or follow her heart and put Beau and Kaden’s lives in danger. Can she have the man she loves or will the pressure and secrets of her past keep her from her heart’s desire? Available at: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | and soon to Book Stores near you (will be available in paperback Spring 2013)It is my hope for you that if you have a New Year’s resolution that you will see it to fruition (at least the most important of them). That simple decision to try something new can change your life in ways you never thought possible. The path won’t be easy, but keep in mind the possibilities that can be awakened when you make a little change in your life—your dreams can come true.Happy New Year!Danica WintersWebsite | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest