The Sisterhood of the Traveling Book is proud to announce that Holly Robinson Author of Sleeping Tigers, The Gerbil Farmer's Daughter: A Memoir
and the soon to be released The Wishing Hill has joined the Sisterhood of the Traveling Book
My Official Biography
Holly Robinson is an award-winning journalist whose work appears regularly in national venues such as Better Homes and Gardens, Family Circle, Huffington Post, Ladies’ Home Journal, More, Open Salon, and Parents. She also works as a ghost writer on celebrity memoirs, education texts, and health books. Her first book, The Gerbil Farmer’s Daughter: A Memoir, was named a Target Breakout Book. Her first novel, Sleeping Tigers, was named a 2011 Book of the Year Finalist by ForeWord Reviews and was more recently listed as a Semifinalist 2012 Best Indie Book by Kindle Book Review. She holds a B.A. in biology from Clark University and an M.F.A. in creative writing from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst. She lives north of Boston with her husband and their five children.
My Unofficial Biography
I never meant to be a writer. I studied biology in college because I either wanted to be a veterinarian or a doctor – preferably one of those doctors who’s always jetting off to villages in Africa or Tibet to save thousands of lives while wearing one of those khaki vests that’s mostly pockets. But life intervened during my last semester of college, when I had to take one more elective and I chose a class in creative writing with a professor who started out by telling us that writers are born, not made.
I believed him. I was sure that I couldn’t have been born to be a writer, because I’d never imagined myself as one. In fact, I had never even met a writer. The only thing I knew about most famous writers was that they were unhappy, drank themselves into oblivion and eventually stuck their heads in ovens, shot themselves, or got run over by streetcars. Who would want to be a writer, if that’s what happened to you?
Yet, from the moment I sat down to write, I became completely absorbed in my work. Unlike my clock-watching sessions trying to learn physiology or organic chemistry, whenever I was writing seven hours could pass like seven minutes. To the horror of my parents, I abandoned the idea of medical school. I promised them that, if I didn’t get to be rich or famous (preferably both) in one year, I would let common sense rule and find a real career, something that required an advanced degree and letters after my name. Something with a steady paycheck.
Of course, none of that happened. A year went by. Two. Three. As I became even more engrossed in the writing process, I did what all writers do to support my secret habit: I worked a thousand odd jobs, from proofreading telephone books (really) to construction. Along the way I earned an MFA in creative writing at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Some of my classmates there were talented, even brilliant writers, but not all of them became successful. In fact, as I look back on it now, I realize that the most successful writers to emerge from my program were the ones who were scarcely noticed at the time. They weren’t necessarily the flashy ones at parties or the award winners. They certainly weren’t the ones who sat around in pubs chatting about the cabins they would build in the woods with the advances from their first novels. No, the success stories were the hard workers, the writers who spent a lot of time alone, churning out rewrites and new pages every week.
After finishing my MFA, I meandered into journalism, marketing, and teaching jobs. Most were enjoyable, but none were as deeply satisfying as writing on my own. I kept at it, filling up the corners of my life and lots of paper with words and more words. Every now and then I sent something out and got rejected.
I got married, had children, got divorced, got remarried, had another child. I worked, too. All of that took time. A lot of time. Still, I kept writing: at night after the kids were asleep, on weekends at the playground while my kids were eating sand. Years slipped by with nothing published other than a couple of literary stories and a few newspaper articles, but I was happy. Writing for me had become an escape, not away from my life, but into myself, in a life where family responsibilities and work deadlines tried to jimmy themselves into every free minute.
And then a funny thing happened: as I navigated the strange process of getting divorced and getting married again, all while trying to stay friends with my ex-husband, I read an essay by Joyce Maynard inRedbook magazine about being a single mom. And I thought: Hey. I’d like to write something like that. So I did, in response to a literary contest.
To my surprise, I won an award in the contest. This gave me the courage to pluck the name of an editor off the masthead of Ladies’ Home Journal magazine — something the writers’ guides tell you never to do – and send it to her. The editor bought it.
I found an agent, Richard Parks, who is the nicest, most loyal man in New York. I sold more essays toLadies’ Home Journal, which led to assignments for other magazines that allowed me to exercise my voice as a writer and make a living with freelance assignments. Those editors – especially Lorraine Glennon at Ladies’ Home Journal, Kate Kelly at American Baby, and Diane Debrovner at Parents – were tougher on me than any professor of writing could ever be. Along with Richard, these editors taught me how to research, interview, write and rewrite until a story gleamed. I wouldn’t be where I am now without their collective help, support and advice.
One day, as I was driving home from the grocery store, a title floated across the windshield of my car: The Gerbil Farmer’s Daughter. After I finished laughing, my mouth went dry. I had the germ of a book.
I knew nothing about writing nonfiction books, so naturally I went to my local library. I found several books that told me how to put together a nonfiction proposal. Again, nobody was more surprised than I was when my agent actually sold the book to Harmony on the basis of that proposal. Once again, I was lucky enough to find a brilliant editor, Julia Pastore, who was willing to guide me through the process, teaching me, among other things, to “beware of the I on the page” when writing memoir. The book was born, and along the way I again took new strides as a writer.
So, whether your dream is to write books or raise gerbils, never mind whether you were born to do it. Your success will be determined not by some miracle of genetic inheritance, but by your own persistence. We each find our own paths. Believe in yourself and put in the hours. The rest will follow.
Holly has been so much fun to have in the group
Susan may have met her match with this author LOL
First review for
The Wishing Hill by Holly Robinson
is from Susan
Wow!! I truly loved THE WISHING HILL from the very first page. Holly pulls you right in and never lets you go! I was totally caught up in all the characters lives and found myself cheering for Juliet along the way! She learns some deep secrets about herself and her family. Everything she thought was her life was a total lie. From her idiot, soon to be ex husband to her own mother. She has been dealt a pretty harsh hand and now must find a way to deal with it and learn to move on. What will she choose? Who will she be with? You are going to have to read THE WISHING HILL to find out! I was flipping the pages like crazy, I couldn't stop! I had to see how the story was going to end. Many times I wanted to take Desiree and shake her to death! How can anyone be so mean spirited? I was yelling at Juliet to just run away from her!
THE WISHING HILL deals with family, love, secrets, choices, forgiveness, and learning about your past and moving on. Secrets can be a very bad thing and can lead to a life time of regrets. I loved this book and can't wait to read more by Holly! Five stars all the way for me!