My name is Linda Tillis and I am giddy with excitement. The Wild Rose Press has accepted my manuscript, A Heart Made For Love.
story is a reflection of my work history of forty years. Whew! I forget
sometimes just how old I
am. But to be fair, I started my working days
at the age of seventeen. It was the month of June, I had just graduated
high school, and you had to be eighteen to apply for the job. I lied.
My birthday was in August; I lived in fear for two months that I would
be caught, and fired.
That lie was the beginning of an eighteen
year career in the fashion industry. For nine years, I worked on a high
speed sewing machine, churning out high end dresses that were sold in
New York City. We created items for labels like Manhattan Dress,
Schrader Sport, and Lord & Taylor’s.
After nine years, my
supervisor submitted my name for a new position being created. I became
the assistant to the Production Manager. I began to work with designers
and suppliers, from New York to Miami, and I loved every minute of my
job. I got to see the “it” fashions before they even hit the runways. I
soaked up the color and textures everyday.
Near the end of the
eighteen year run, it became apparent the garment industry was in
decline in the United States. We were one of the last large
manufacturers located in Central Florida. I saw the handwriting on the
wall, and decided to change professions. (the plant closed a year later)
about a change in profession, I went to work in Law Enforcement. I
spent almost a year in dispatch, then moved up to Crime Scene
Investigator. It was civilian position, meaning I was not in direct
danger, which was okay with me. I spent the rest of my twenty years
looking at the bleak side of humanity. The only colors I could soak up
were blood-red and black and blue bruises. I learned more about domestic
violence than the average citizen can imagine.
My husband sat me
down one day. He said, “This job is killing you, slowly, and you need
to get out.” I realized he was absolutely correct. So I got out.
took me a year to actually “see” the average world again. He bought me a
camera, and I began to photograph living things. I began to thirst for
color again. I knew how to sew, but I needed a challenge.
I sat down one day, and the next thing I knew, a story was
pouring out of me. The story of a young woman who was sexually
assaulted by strangers. A story of triumph over fear, of perseverance
and faith. With a little murder and revenge thrown in. And of course, a
It is a story for all women; because if you’ve never
been personally abused, you know a woman or child, who has. And if you
know one who has survived, and managed to get past it, you know what an
emotional battle she fought. Such is the story of 'A Heart Made For
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your chance. In the meantime, enjoy the photos of some of the hats