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Fast Forward through the ACFW Conference

I arrive Wednesday night and get to meet my roommates, one of which is Jeannie Campbell, my critique partner.

Thursday is spent with Donald Maass. At one point during the workshop, he starts asking for volunteers to read bits of their writing out loud to all 300 participants! I admire the three people who volunteer their work and allow it to be critiqued by not only one of the most successful agents in the industry, but all 300 participants as well! Me? I hide under my table.

Thursday night I listen to Debbie Macomber give one of the most inspirational speeches about writing that I’ve ever heard. She says, “Dream big!”, “Be confident!”, “Be passionate!”, “Believe in yourself!” and “Always think positive!”

Afterward, I go to Abingdon’s late night chat. Helpful tip: If you want to submit to Abingdon, wait until the spring. They’re currently all filled up.

Friday morning I have my first ever editor appointment. It goes really well.

The rest of the day is workshops, workshops, workshops, wherein my brain turns to mush. I think Donald Maass filled it all up on Thursday.

Friday evening I get a professional critique from Mary DeMuth. Very helpful and encouraging!

I spend Friday night with Jeannie and Eileen….I won’t go into detail. I’ll just say, I’m glad we are there together!

Then I’m off to the late night chat with Wordserve Literary, where I learn that Greg Johnson and Rachelle Gardner are two very classy agents.

Saturday….uh….I skip all my workshops. But I do volunteer as a time keeper for agent/editor appointments and get to meet some really cool people in the process. Also, God provides an unexpected opportunity to meet with an agent. Totally unplanned. That meeting also goes really well.

Saturday afternoon, I have my second…err, third…editor/agent appointment. Three for three. Only this one has a little caveat…a very helpful little caveat.

I get my books signed by some super talented authors, like Betsy St. Amant, Harry Kraus, Tosca Lee (I just started her book…the woman is an artist), Mary DeMuth. I meet Julie Lessman, Deb Raney, Roxanne Henke, and more.

Saturday night we get all prettied up and go to the banquet, where I sit with a bunch of my blogging friends and laugh my head off. Fun times!

Sunday, my alarm goes off at an insane hour and I travel home. No delays. Just a straight shot home, where I kiss my husband and hug my son for the next five hours (or maybe six).

In a nutshell: I met some of the coolest people in the world. I learned more than I can process. God encouraged, inspired, and affirmed me as a writer. I always said I would use this conference as the spring board for querying. So here I go….I’m jumping off the high dive, putting myself out there, and trusting God to take care of the rest.

Challenge: Write a list of five “impossible” goals. Now go read Ephesians 3:20 and give them to God. Don’t be afraid to dream big!

Question to Ponder: What’s one thing you’ve learned about yourself lately?

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I’m Back!

Wow! What an incredibly awesome experience. I’m not sure where to start. So while I let my learnings ruminate, let me share an affirmation from this weekend:

I am passionate about writing. Absolutely, one-hundred percent, in-this-for-the-long-haul passionate about writing.

Until I share more of my thoughts, here are some pictures from the awards banquet last night(which was the only night I took pictures…how awful is that?). It was an absolute joy getting to meet so many of my blogging buddies face-to-face. Spending time with such a fun, encouraging, uplifting group of women was definitely a major highlight of the weekend!

Left to right: Jody Hedlund (who just landed a three-book contract with Bethany House), Eileen Astels Watson (she’s got one killer Canadian accent, ay), me, Jeannie Campbell.

Jessica Nelson showing off some dessert!

Erica Vetsch. Her first book comes out this October!

Jessica Nelson. A funny side note: Jessica kept slouching down because she’s tall and that’s what tall people do. She wasn’t used to taking a picture with a fellow tall girl. So in reality, Jessica is actually taller than me. 🙂

Betsy St. Amant. Betsy writes for Steeple Hill and also had to leave a little baby behind (hers just turned one!)

Jeannie, my fabulous critique parnter! I can’t tell you how fun it was to meet her….even if she did try to cuddle with me WAY too much at night and is a wee bit obsessed with vampires. 😉

Do any of these faces look familiar?
Jody Hedlund, me, Jessica Nelson, Jeannie Campbell
Ralene Burke, Eileen Astels Watson, Krista Phillips, and Cathy Bryant.

Question to Ponder: In what ways has God blessed you this weekend?removetweetmeme

Under Attack

Spiritual warfare is real. I believe it in 100%. I have my very first Christian writing conference coming up. Something I’ve been looking forward to for a long time. And last week, somebody painted a giant bulls-eye on my back and gave Satan the gun. It’s not like any big catastrophes happened. It was just all these little nagging things that kept cropping up until I reached a point on Friday where I combusted.

In the midst of my meltdown, wherein my husband hugged me and let me “get it out”, I had an epiphany. Well, I had a couple epiphanies.

1. Satan is overjoyed when we’re in a place of discouragement and frustration. Less than a week to go before venturing to this conference, a big move in my writing career, and my attitude was, “I’m delusional. I’m one of those crazy writers who thinks her writing is good, when really it sucks. Who am I kidding? I’m not good enough. I don’t have enough time. I don’t have enough energy. I don’t have enough talent.” I told my husband (during my meltdown) that I’d never felt so discouraged in my life. Not just in writing, but in everything. And I didn’t know where it was coming from, other than Satan sucking me down, trying to get me to focus on what’s tough, instead of on the ONE who is tough enough to carry me through everything.

2. I need to change my focus. Hubby and I went on a walk with Brogan and Bubba that night, and while we talked, I had to ask myself this question: Who am I writing for? Really, deep down, who am I writing for? Myself? Or God? I want to write for God. Period. That’s it. Not for praise. Not for admiration. Not for accomplishment. Not for publication. Not so I can make money and stay home. But for God. If I truly write for Him. If I truly write to draw near to Him and to glorify Him, than nothing else matters. All that other stuff – publication, winning contests, accolades, and praise- it’s all just details in the background of His magnificence.

I’m happy to say God has me in a very trusting, peaceful place right now. As Wendy Lawton would say, “It is what it is.” And, “I can only do what I can do.” I’m a working mother. That’s my reality right now. I can’t squeeze more hours out of the day. I can’t grow a money tree in my back yard. I can’t live off of five hours of sleep at night (this might have factored into my meltdown). If I can’t find happiness in my current situation, I don’t think I’ll ever find it. Miserable people are the ones who think happiness is hiding behind that next big break, and I refuse to be a miserable person.

God’s in control. I will write with whatever time He blesses me with. I will do my best. And I will leave the rest up to Him.

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