Why I'm a Literal Literary Loser

I am 52 years old. I published my first novel in 1994 with AVON Books. I’ve written two Regency romance novels, two contemporary romance novels, five figure skating mysteries, two non-fiction skating books, three soap-opera tie-ins (two of which were New York Times best-sellers), two books on applying to schools in New York City, and my latest novel, “The Nesting Dolls,” a historical family saga following three generations of Soviet-Jewish women through the 1930s and the 1970s in the USSR and present day Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, came out in hardback from HarperCollins in July of 2020 and in paperback July 2021.

I am 52 years old. I have published 17 books. My writing career has just reset to Square One.

I have no publisher. I have no agent. (Details on how both of that happened, later.)

This will be the story of me trying to reset, revitalize, rise from the ashes, and any other cliche you can think of. This will be the story of a literal literary loser who refuses to give up. (Even when that might seem like the logical and sanity-saving thing to do.)