An Inspirational Moment

11 08 2009

So you ask what inspires me.

As a writer, I am consistently inspired by my author compatriots. I am always supercharged when I come home from a conference, workshop, or chapter meeting. Sharing with other authors helps me be a better author, too. Celebrating their successes keeps me moving forward when I want to say it’s too hard. Being with others who know my frustrations inspires me to keep writing.  You my fellow authors are my heroes.

And let’s not forget our readers. Being a new author with my first book coming out next month, I can’t say that I have many fans yet. Each year at our chapter reader appreciation luncheon, I get to meet hundreds of romance readers. Every time I interact with readers, they are so kind, that I really want to write a good book for them. Widow’s Peak is coming out on September 23 from The Wild Rose Press. I love it. I hope the readers do too.

In my daily life, it’s the people that have surrounded me all of my life. My Father and Mother were activists in the big city we lived in and when we moved to a small town, they were active there too. My mom taught school and served on the city council for many years. When she and Daddy retired, Daddy ran for Mayor and won. They were in all kinds of social and civic organizations. Fundraising for worthy causes. Pushing through projects to better the lives of their neighbors. Helping students be better learners. Training those without skills so they could improve their lives. Oh and raising me to be who I am today.

My parents died within a month of each other at the age of eighty. You can imagine how proud I was to look out and see a church full of people—both times. Hundreds of people that my parents influenced as teachers and community activists.

I have to try hard every day to live up to that standard. Some days I succeed, some days I don’t do quite as well, but each day I get up and start again. Trying to be as influential as my parents, just like they were. One person at a time.

Who are the heroes in your life? Co-worker? Home? Family? Author?

Hanna Rhys Barnes is one of those people with an evenly balanced right and left brain.  She has a BA in English, but recently finished her final year as a high school math teacher.  She loves to cook and was a pastry chef in a former life.

A member of RWA’s national organization and of several local chapters, she currently lives and works in Portland, OR, but occasionally visits her retirement ranchette outside of Kingman, AZ

Hanna’s Debut Novel, Widow’s Peak, is due to be released September 23, 2009 from The Wild Rose Press. She is currently working on Book 2 in the series, Kissed By A Rose.



3 responses

11 08 2009
Delia Latham

I am fortunate to have many heroes in my life. Jesus Christ. My husband, who daily finds little ways to take care of me – and who not only puts up with but actually supports my writing obsession; my children, who make my life brighter; my childhood pastor (also my uncle), who showed me what Christianity really is; my mother, a little 4′ 11′ sweetie who stood 8 ft. tall on the “Mother’s Heart” scale of measurement; and, of course, my Dad, who really knew how to BE one … a big, gentle man who was strong enough to cry and often did – when he had to say good-bye, when someone he loved was in pain, when bad things (or good ones) happened to people he loved, when he read any kind of greeting card … 🙂 Dad was a soft-hearted, stone-willed, straight-shootin’ son of a gun, and yeah, you guessed it. He was my ultimate earthly hero.

11 08 2009
Debra St. John

Hands down my hero is my fabulous hubby. After that I’d have to say that my friends and co-workers all qualify for hero status. They are all amazing people. Always going that extra step for others. I am truly blessed.

11 08 2009
Mary Ricksen

I’d be willing to bet that your parents feel you measure up just fine!

I have a lot of people I admire for different reasons. It’s hard to pin it down to one. But if I had to I’d say it was my best friend who died, Peggy. She suffered with dignity and never stopped being the loving giving woman she was, no matter how much pain she was in.

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