Amy Harmon’s latest book, The Law Of Moses, is live and ready for your reading pleasure. I’ll be reading and reviewing later in the week, but for now I have a guest post from the talented author, where she talks about how she came to be an author.
If I tell you right up front, right in the beginning that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear. You will know it’s coming, and it will hurt. But you’ll be able to prepare.
Someone found him in a laundry basket at the Quick Wash, wrapped in a towel, a few hours old and close to death. They called him Baby Moses when they shared his story on the ten o’clock news – the little baby left in a basket at a dingy Laundromat, born to a crack addict and expected to have all sorts of problems. I imagined the crack baby, Moses, having a giant crack that ran down his body, like he’d been broken at birth. I knew that wasn’t what the term meant, but the image stuck in my mind. Maybe the fact that he was broken drew me to him from the start.
It all happened before I was born, and by the time I met Moses and my mom told me all about him, the story was old news and nobody wanted anything to do with him. People love babies, even sick babies. Even crack babies. But babies grow up to be kids, and kids grow up to be teenagers. Nobody wants a messed up teenager.
And Moses was messed up. Moses was a law unto himself. But he was also strange and exotic and beautiful. To be with him would change my life in ways I could never have imagined. Maybe I should have stayed away. Maybe I should have listened. My mother warned me. Even Moses warned me. But I didn’t stay away.
And so begins a story of pain and promise, of heartache and healing, of life and death. A story of before and after, of new beginnings and never-endings. But most of all…a love story.
The Moment I Knew . . . This Is What I Want To Do.
I started writing poetry, song lyrics and little stories when I was very little and writing has always been a huge comfort to me. But I like to sing too, and singing took center-stage in my life for a long time. I released a CD in 2007 and I had some pretty amazing opportunities with Gladys Knight and her choir and got to record and travel around and it was an amazingly wonderful thing. But I knew pretty quickly, simply by watching Gladys, that the life of a professional singer wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t like leaving my kids, I didn’t like being on the road, and I didn’t think I’d like fame all that much.
I wrote my first novel in a notebook just after I got married. It stunk. I still have it somewhere. It was a horrific first draft that wasn’t even good enough to spend time on revision. But novel writing was something I had in my blood, and eight years ago I wrote the novel, Running Barefoot, just for me. Then I tucked it away. When life got really hairy about four years ago and we were in major financial and emotional trouble, I read Flat-Out Love by Jessica Park. It was really, really good. And I noticed that it was self-published. It was at that moment that I knew what I had to do.
I took out Running Barefoot, shined it up the best that I could, and I figured out how to self-publish. I have not looked back. I didn’t know anything about publishing a book except for how to write one. But that’s actually the most important thing, and the rest I figured out or bumbled my way through. It has been an amazingly scary, invigorating, emotional ride. But I’ve never once doubted that this is what I want to do.