Keeping up with the Jones’

My parents had a color television. They were proud to say it was the first on our block. We weren’t rich by any means. Ordinary people living ordinary lives. My Dad was working class, making his way into management. My Mom stayed at home and volunteered. In many ways, they were caught in the Jones’ race. My brother had to go to college. My sister and I had the latest fashions.
I didn’t go to college until I was thirty-five. Years later I realized that it was my parents’ dream I was still chasing. Those Jones’ again. Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad I went. I enjoy saying master’s degree on my resume although that seems like a land far, far away.
My dream was and always had been to tell my stories.
So here I am. Not so famous author of romances with a website, a blog, an email address that uses my pen name and four books contracted for publication.
I'm still trying to keep up with the neighbors. Have you seen all those author interviews? Read all the wonderful critiques? Checked all those lovely covers? Written and contracted four books this year with a major house? On and On I race.
So far, the Jones’ are in the lead.
Barbara