How I Came To Be An Author

We all take different paths to achieve our goal as an author. Today I’m sharing the story of how one person, Cathy Bennett, and how she achieved her dream.

As a child, I loved to write poems and short stories. I was an only child and had a lot of time to myself, so I unleashed my imagination on every notepad in the house. In high school and college, I did more with my art ability (drawing and painting) though I continued to read profusely. I fell in love with fantasy books such as “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings”.

Later (in my twenties and thirties), I put away my paints and charcoals to spend my time raising my two boys. Then forty hit and I was drawn to reading romance and I started to write again. I finished writing my book within six months, but I couldn’t find a home for it with a publisher so I put it on the shelf (so to speak.) I continued to write, but still yearned for my book to be published.

Five years passed and my youngest son asked about my book. I explained the disappointment involved with trying to find a publisher. Well, he encouraged me and so I began to seek out an agent. A few months into my search, I queried Denise Barone who accepted my offer of representation. She scouted out Astraea Press and – voila! – here I am and loving it!

The following is the result of attaining her dream.


Love. Desire. A psycho bent on revenge. But can Charlie Reynolds recognize the most dangerous of the three?

Since being out on her own at eighteen, Charlotte “Charlie” Reynolds is a street-smart “good” girl who hides her desire for love and security behind her feisty and independent personality. She just never expected a more noxious hero than wealthy, self-consumed Evan Gardner, the CEO and founder of Valley Tech., a successful software company in Los Angeles. From the moment Evan rescues her from an apparent random attack, their attraction for each other bubbles just below the surface of all-out passion.


A hand grabbed her from behind and spun her around. Charlie’s free arm swung out quicker than the scream that followed it. The heel of her sandal barely missed the side of Evan’s head.

“Get away from me, Evan!  Just get away!”  Charlie brought her knee up, but he sidestepped.

“Woman. Would you stop trying to maim me?”

“I’m leaving. Now!”

“Would you calm down and come over here?” he demanded. She resisted, but he kept a firm grip on her arm and wrestled the remote out of her clenched fist. After dodging her flailing purse, he clicked the passenger door open and nudged her in. He ran around the front of the vehicle before she could escape, swung the door open, and slid in next to her.

Charlie didn’t look at him. She simply folded her arms and stared straight ahead. They sat in angry silence for a few minutes. She wiped the back of her hand under her runny nose. He snapped open the glove box, handed her a tissue, and leaned back in the seat.

“What did you hear back there?” he asked finally.


Evan ran his hand through his hair. “Did Amanda know you were spying?”

“Even if she did, you’ve got control over what you say. Over what you do.”

“I know. I know. I was angry. She was pushing me.”

“Angry? So that’s your excuse? That’s why you kissed her?” She balled her fist up and he flinched. Good. Let him be afraid. Let him be very afraid.

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3 Responses to How I Came To Be An Author

  1. Iris says:

    Hi Cathy – finding a publisher can be frustrating indeed, but I’m glad your son encouraged you to try again. I loved it your story, and kudos to AP to publish it!

  2. Thanks, Iris! You have been a supportive, fellow author!

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