When Cathy Marie Buchanan asked if I’d read her new novel, The Painted Girls, I jumped at the chance. I loved her debut, The Day the Falls Stood Still, and this one … Sisters, dance, art, ambition, and intrigue in late 1800s Paris – what was there not to like? It went on in hardcover to be a People Magazine Pick, a Good Housekeeping Book Pick, an Indie Next pick, a USA Today New and Notable selection, a Barnes & Noble Staff Pick, and an Entertainment Weekly Must List pick. Now, to celebrate her paperback release, I’m rerunning the post she did here last year about how she settle into the writing life. – Meg
I’m often asked if I always wanted to be a writer, and I answer is a definitive no. My teenage years were spent disgracing myself in high school English, often getting upwards of twenty percent deducted for spelling mistakes on exams. When it came time to head off to university, one of the criteria I used for picking my courses was that no essay writing?that is spelling?was required. I ended up at Western University and graduated with a degree in biochemistry without writing a single essay. Afterward I went on to do an M.B.A.
I spent the bulk of my non-writing work life at IBM—ten years, in fact—at first in finance and then in technical sales. It was while I was at IBM that spell-check started to be commonly used, and all of a sudden my world shifted. Shocking though it was, I became the departmental wordsmith, the person who would give the proposals the final read through before they were sent off to the customers. Still, I suspected this supposed ability to write had more to do with the fact that I was mostly working with engineers, and math and computer science grads. It wasn’t so much that I could write but that they could not.
Given my education and early work life choices, you probably would not suspect it, but there was lots of evidence early on of my creative leanings. In high school, I was quite serious about classical ballet, spending four or five nights a week taking class or performing, and I sewed and designed most of my clothes. I think now that I was able to satisfy my creative yearnings through the dance and the sewing. 
While I was working at IBM, I was always enrolled in a continuing education course, always something with an artistic bent, no doubt an effort to fuel my creative side. I took drawing and painting and art history and woodworking and interior design. Eventually I hit on creative writing but taking that first course was more of a whim than anything else. I had a continuing education catalogue at home and was flipping pages and thought, well, why not give creative writing a try? Right from the first class, though, I was smitten. Long last, I’d found what I was meant to do. – Cathy
