Author

Author

I’ve been writing my entire life. It’s just that recently I’ve finally
figured out what I wanted to write about.

I started as a young girl with a journal, then called simply a diary.
Then I read. I read and read and read. I read whatever I could find
that interested me. I fell in love with the library and when I found
an author I liked, I read all his or her books. I still do.

In 10th grade, I fatefully took the only vocational course I’ve ever
taken and it was typing. This set me on a course whereby I could
type as fast as I could think. That enabled me to get into the
College of Journalism and Communications at the University of
Florida, where I earned a Bachelor of Science degree and was able
to back into a career in public relations, finally getting paid to write.
But it wasn’t fiction I was writing, well, to be honest, yes, really it
was. I wrote about real estate communities being developed in the
80s for a host of clients and without a byline, they were printed,
many in the advertising section.

Over the years I expanded my repertoire into brochures, newsletters, flyers, direct mail and news releases. And lots and lots of news releases. Every now and then I’d get thrown a bone and it’d be a juicy human interest piece. My first one was about a woman who’d had a double mastectomy followed by breast augmentation. The client was a plastic surgeon who’d invented saline implants. This woman was so grateful for her new breasts that the story pretty much wrote itself. But a colleague I respected read it and thought it was really good.

My second golden nugget was a short story I wrote for fun to amuse another colleague about a romance I was having with my boss. She told me she loved the way I wrote. And so it went on year after year with me writing for money or my enjoyment, dabbling here and there, struggling to create a full-length novel until August 2008. That’s when I feel as if I were awakened from a deep sleep and discovered the United States Navy SEALs.

I’d been having dreams for years about a man who was chivalrous and accomplished. Strong and confident. Hot, built and handsome (of course). Every few months we’d have a delicious whirlwind romance somewhere between midnight and 6 a.m. in my head.

Needless to say, I’d wake up really happy, but the interesting part was that the feelings I got from him would stay with me for days, so much so that I could draft a good part of a story when he was in my head. Then one day, he didn’t leave. He was Lieutenant Commander Joseph William Mallory.

I wrote A SEAL in Uniform in three months. I wrote and wrote and wrote. I would awaken from a dead sleep in the wee hours of the morning and have to write. I’d push myself to stay awake until midnight to finish just one more chapter. I was obsessed. Possessed. And I loved every single exhausting exhilarating moment of it.

So now it’s your turn. Read and enjoy. I’m always open to feedback and really interested in your thoughts so email me and let me know.

Sue Reddy Silverman

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