As my book, “Nobody’s Girl” comes closer to publication (hoping for November 22), I’ve been thinking more and more about dedications and things. I’ve already dedicated this book to someone special, but hesitated for a moment. Should I have dedicated it to the memory of my father, my “writing hero” and inspiration? Should I change it last-minute, since he would have valued this moment in my life so much?
But the more I do think about, the more I know that this isn’t the book for him. I’ve got a different one, even more precious to me, that deserves to be his memorial: the first novel I ever drafted. That book has a long way to go before being ready for publication (after all, I wrote it when I was only 18, and haven’t done nearly enough editing and research for it since then!), but that’s one I want to dedicate to him. My first big accomplishment, the one that I never would have achieved without him.
But there’s still that little bit of me that wonders about this book…perhaps it’s because of the release of the book on the five-year anniversary of his death. Perhaps it’s because this is a momentous book for me (a whole new genre, a whole new era, etc.).
But then I think of the person this book is dedicated to, and I know Dad would agree that this belongs to that person instead. And that makes me glad. And even gladder as I look forward to the upcoming books, “Mistress of the World,” “Drop Dead Daisy,” “A Girl Called Nick,” “Carry on Starlight,” and many others, that I will dedicate to other key people in my life and writing career. And someday, when I revisit that first novel, “A Voice in the Distance,” I will know that my first and best efforts at novel-writing will be dedicated to the memory of my father, and everyone will know what he has inspired me to accomplish.