The messages are pouring in…
“Karrine, why aren’t you blogging?”
Honestly, I have nothing to say. I am so content with where I am and how I feel that there is nothing to say.
Right now, there is only being.
For the past several weeks, I have been working closely with the authors I have signed to Steffans Publishing, helping them prepare their autobiographies and, all of a sudden, my entire career makes sense.
Being able to give others a voice and to help these women work through their toughest memories and the events and people they had hoped to forget, has been quite an experience for me and has revealed more of my purpose.
I have had a significant amount of success in publishing and have learned the ins and outs of the industry over the past eight years. I have studied and honed my craft as an author, editor and now, publisher.
I know how this machine works.
I have ventured off into the world of television with small steps being made to diversify my portfolio as a writer but, there is something about a memoir that keeps calling me back. Still, more times than not, I have nothing to say of my life. More times than not, I’d rather live my life than write about it.
God knows there is so much left unsaid and I quite like it that way.
But, I’ve done my work. I have stood out in my field and sold books to people around the world. I’m still selling books to people around the world. But what about those who haven’t been given the opportunities I have?
Why not pay those opportunities forward?
Why not use what I have learned to help others who will, undoubtedly, help others?
And my purpose for this stage of my life becomes clear.
So, I haven’t been blogging much but I have been writing –– I have been writing the life stories of some pretty extraordinary women who have lived through events with the weight to break them.
But, they remain unbroken.
There is much healing to be done and dark roads to traverse, down which I will hold their hands. I know where they are because I have been there before and unlike other publishers, I am not a machine gathering cogs but a woman who has done what I am asking of my writers.
Together, we are doing the work.