Write Another, by Ron Knight

On Trina’s thirty-second birthday, she finally finished her first novel. Trina was so proud of her book. It had romance, thrills, mystery, action, comedy, and wonderful characters. Trina’s father, Mier Wade, owned his own publishing house. It was considered a mid-size publisher, but growing fast. Trina envisioned her first book signing, her table adorned with a Wade Publishing banner on one side and a huge poster with an illustration of her book cover on the other side.

Standing close, would be her father, grinning with pride.

Trina scheduled a lunch with Mier. (Yes, her father was that busy that she had to make an appointment to have lunch with him.) Just after they ordered their food, Trina reached down into her handbag and pulled out the printed manuscript.

Mier raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Trina could not contain her excitement. “Dad…I finished my first book! Can you believe it?”

Mier nodded. “That’s great, honey.”

She placed the manuscript in front of him. “I know you’ll read it later, but can you read the first chapter now and tell me what you think?”

He slid the manuscript back toward her. “I’m not going to read any of it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Write another,” he said with a stern tone.

Trina’s muscles gripped with anger. “It took me three years to write this one.” She noticed a few people sitting near them listening to the conversation. Trina leaned forward, keeping her voice low. “Why won’t you read this? It’s great, I promise you.”

To her shock, Mier stood and kissed Trina on the head. He held her gaze for a moment and said, “Write another.”

He left the restaurant without eating.

It took Trina another couple of months to forgive her father. No matter what, he would not read her manuscript. Finally, she started her second novel. This time, she read every book on How to Write Fiction Novels. She felt more confident and noticed many mistakes that she made with her first book.

When finished, she met her father in his office and placed the finished manuscript on his desk. “I took your advice and wrote another book. I also understand why you made me do that. The first novel was horrible. I’m actually relieved that you did not want to read it.”

Mier stared at the manuscript, then shoved it back across his desk. “Write another.”


“Write another,” he repeated.

Trina’s veins pumped with fury. “Is this how you run your business? By rejecting new authors before reading one word of what they have written? Or is it because I’m your daughter?”

Mier shook his head. “You have no idea how I run my business, so don’t lecture me. And I am treating you the same as any other author.” He leaned forward, eyes locked on her. “Write another.”

Trina scooped up her manuscript and left the office. She decided to research literary agents and other publishers. When she is on the bestseller’s list, her father will realize what a mistake he made.

After submitting to twenty-four agencies and publishers, Trina received either a rejection letter from them or no response at all.

Fed-up, she decided that being author was not in her future. She would find something else.

Over the next three months, she began reading fiction novels and became fascinated with the way each author wrote. She noticed different styles and tricks the authors used to engage the reader.

Excited, Trina wrote her third novel. When finished, Trina showed her father. Once again, he handed the manuscript back to her without looking at one word and said, “Write another.”

Trina continued reading and writing. She also networked with other authors on Facebook and Twitter. She read blogs on writing. Trina wanted to know what agents and publishers look for in a manuscript. She finished her fourth novel.

“Write another.”

Trina did not complain. It was frustrating that her father would not even glance at her manuscript. However, he seemed to know what he was doing, because his publishing company was thriving.

While writing her fifth novel, she began to learn ways to market herself. She paid to have a professional web site. When finished with her novel, she posted the entire book for others to read. Of course, her father said, “Write another.”

Trina discovered that she could self-publish an e-book. It would not be that hard and she could finally tell everyone that she was a published author. On the other hand, it would go against her father’s traditional publishing methods.

She held off and wrote her sixth novel.

“Write another.”

Trina wrote a seventh novel.

“Write another.”

She was now forty-years-old. Did she even have a chance at being an author for a living? Or was this a silly pipe dream?

Eighth novel. “Write another.”

Ninth novel. “Write another.”

No matter what, she wasn’t going to stop writing. God had given her this gift. Why would He do that if she were not supposed to be an author?

Her speed in reading was now amazing. She wrote faster than ever before. Trina understood that her past manuscripts were not publishable. She also understood that career authors write what others enjoy reading, rather than just writing books that popped in her mind.

She wrote her tenth novel. “Write another.”

Eleventh novel. “Write another.”

She worked on a marketing campaign and hired a branding agency to build her name. Trina also continued posting her books free on her web site. She was getting more and more traffic. People were actually commenting on how much they loved her last book. This gave her the confidence to write her twelfth novel.

She felt like it was pure greatness. Her best yet. Something everyone will enjoy.  The characters are real to her. The plot was a risk, but with her experience, she was able to pull it together. Trina felt like an equal with other published authors.  

Conversely, for the first time, she did not care about being published. She just wanted the opportunity to write books for a living. If she could accomplish that, she would be satisfied.

On Trina’s forty-second birthday, Mier took her out for a special lunch. “Do you remember coming here ten years ago?” he asked.

She grinned. “I sure do.”

“I’m proud of you for sticking with the writing.”

“Thanks. I’m proud of myself.”

He gazed at her for a moment, then narrowed his eyes. “Did you finish your last book?”

“Yep. Finished it about a month ago. I’m working on my next novel.”

“How come you didn’t show me your manuscript?”

 Trina drew in a deep breath and thought about the answer. “You know what, I’m not sure. I had some ideas flowing for my next book. I decided to get going on it.”

“Makes sense.” He stood. “I need to get back to the office.”

Trina looked up at him. “We haven’t even ordered yet. Aren’t you staying for lunch? It’s my birthday!”

 He reached down and gently tugged on her arm. “You’re coming with me.”

  Trina stood. “What’s wrong?”

 “I want you signed at Wade Publishing before someone else scoops you up.”

  A tear spilled from Trina’s eye. “I’m going to be published?”

 “Yep.” He gave her a smile. “And don’t forget…you’ll still have to write another.” 

Ron Knight 


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