I am getting ready to go to Austin to do a talk at the History Center, which is affiliated with the Austin Public Library. My son is the manager there, so he was most helpful in getting this set up. When I was talking to him making final arrangements for when I would arrive, I realized how lucky I am to have him in my corner like that.
In fact, all my kids and kids-in-laws (how’s that for coining a word?) are great supporters of my writing, as are my grandchildren.
In their eyes, I am a great success, even though I have not made the NY Times best-seller list. And you know what, when the day is done and I am reflecting on what is good in my life, my writing career is way down on the list.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my work, and I try very hard to write the best stories I can, and then market the books so I can make a living at this. But what I am most proud of, and what I think I’ve had the most success at, is building family relationships. My husband and I have worked hard to have a good marriage — some days are better than others — and we worked hard as the children were growing up to give them a foundation that would serve them well. And I think we have succeeded at that.
Not that the kids are perfect. Hell, nobody’s perfect. But they are reasonably well adjusted. They all have good jobs, and the ones who are married have wonderful families. The same values of integrity, honesty, responsibility, and concern for others are being passed down to another generation.
That is a legacy that may live on longer than any of my work, and for that I am so proud and grateful.