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An Offering

Can I just say I love mornings? I love them so much, I sometimes consider getting up at 3 AM just to have a longer one. But that’s a little over the top, isn’t it? There is just something about waking up to a new day. The quiet, stillness of the morning shouts of God’s compassion and mercy. I bet if a doctor took my blood pressure in the morning, it would be wonderfully low.

Mornings are quiet. I wake up with no alarm, because I despise alarms. I reach under my bed and grab my Bible and my journal and I meet with God. I lay down all my praises and burdens and struggles and requests and through the process, I feel like a new creation. And after my quiet time, I write. I make tea, I grab a bowl of cereal (unless my husband decides to make me oatmeal with blueberries… yummm), and sit in front of my computer and write. Mornings are a very spiritual time for me. I have no problem being a Godly person in the morning… before the day starts.

But the day always has to start, doesn’t it? And then I just plummet off a cliff. I go from seeking God, to seeking myself. My checklist, my desires, my impatience with others, my way, my feelings, my time…. ugh. I despise selfishness. It is this little mustard seed inside me, waiting to take root and grow and grow until I’m trapped so far inside the branches of it that I can’t look outside myself. Being a mother really changes things. Because I think a lot about Brogan, and what kind of message I’m sending to him. Words mean nothing when our actions don’t back them up. I might tell him not to be selfish, but when he gets older, what will he see in me? A selfish mother? I hope not.

In the writing world, we call our current projects WIP’s, which means “work in progress”. Lately I’ve been contemplating buying a shirt with WIP on the front. I am most definitely a work in progress. I want my mornings to spill over into my days. God has blessed me so abundantly. A family, a home, a church, a job, a hope, a gift and a passion for writing Christian fiction. What kind of servant am I being if I don’t pour out these blessings to others?

My heart’s cry is this: May my life be an offering…

Question to ponder: If you were to wear a sign or a shirt that would identify you in one or two words, what would it say?removetweetmeme

An Unhealthy Attachment to Characters

As a writer, ending a book is incredibly satisfying and sad all at the same time. Satisfying for obvious reasons, but sad because it’s saying good-bye to people who have consumed my mind for so long. Yes, I know they aren’t “real”. How can I get all worked up over something I made up in my head? Well, that’s just the thing. Sometimes make-believe can become more real than reality. When my book ends, their world ends. And to me, that is a sad thing. Perhaps I could avoid this whole mess if I came up with an idea for a series (it would at least be prolonging the inevitable… because every story’s got to end at some point).

I love meeting my characters. They pop out of nowhere. I’ll see an elderly guy at a grocery store and something about this person strikes a cord – and a whole new character takes shape in my mind. One time, I saw a young, blind girl at church holding hands with who I assumed was her dad – and oh boy, did the ideas start rollin‘. Doesn’t that sort of make you wonder if you’ve ever been the spark that ignited a character in a writer’s mind? Weird, right?

To me, first meeting a character is like a really awesome first date with that guy who always made my tongue a little dry and my knees a little weak. It’s such a honeymoon. I fall in love with them almost to the point of obsession. (I have a very obsessive personality. Just ask my husband about Sims and hermit crabs and he’ll tell you all about how obsessed I can get with certain things.) It’s one of my most favorite things as a writer – creating characters. And right now I am more than a little pumped about the characters in my newest story.

Fun Writing News: I am so stoked about my current work in progress. This will be my third novel, and I think it’s going to blow my other two out of the water. Or at least I hope so. I don’t have a title for it yet – which drives me slightly bonkers. So if you happen to have any titles floating in your head that you wouldn’t mind putting up for adoption – I would more than gladly take them into my home and love them like my own. In its most raw form, the story centers on a relationship between two estranged best friends – and that’s all I’m saying. So if you think you can work with that – I’m not kidding – send the titles this-a-way.

Question to Ponder: If your life were a novel, what would it be titled? Ooo – that’s kinda fun!removetweetmeme

The Waiting Game

I’ve never been a particularly patient person. It’s something I need to work on, because the writing journey is riddled with waiting. At least if your writing ambition is publication. Let me give you a little taste of the whole, complicated process.

Step One: Send out a query. This can be sent to publishers or agents… although *sigh* many publishing houses no longer accept unsolicited query letters – so I have decided to go the agent route. The average response time for a query letter is about six weeks. Crazy, right?

Step Two: Try not to become too obsessed with checking your email each day, secretly hoping you might be the exception to the waiting rule. This will be hard. But for the sake of your sanity, at least try.

Step Three: Wait it out. Eventually, the response will come. And eight times out of ten, it ends with the dreaded rejection letter. The agent’s way of saying thanks, but no thanks. It’s sad. It really is. But if you’re determined, you dust yourself off, and find somebody else to query. I personally don’t like the mass query route – if I’m searching for somebody to represent my work, I don’t want to query any old agent. I know – beggars can’t be choosers. But I’m choosing not to beg yet. On the flip side of step three, there is that possibility you wrote a flawless, professional query letter, and the agent wants to see a partial! Oh wow! Your heart starts racing in your chest, maybe your palms get a little sweaty. You make a few last minute touch ups and send the requested material, eagerly awaiting a response…… but oh yea, you have to wait some more. Another six to eight weeks (on average).

Step Four: Start working on something else. It’s a productive way to get your mind off the waiting. You count down the days, and when the deadline approaches, then passes, you agonize over what to do. Should you email to ask for an update, or should you let it dangle out in the universe for a little while longer? And then one day you get a letter. Usually, sadly, another thanks, but no thanks. And who knows why. Maybe your first line was lame and that’s all the farther they read, or maybe it’s just not what they’re looking for at the time being. Once again, you dust yourself off and go back to square one. It might help your ego to read other rejection stories. Do you know JK Rowling’s Harry Potter series was rejected twelve times before being picked up by Bloomsbury? That ought to help heal the bruises. But let’s imagine it’s not a rejection! Oh man, before your heart jumps out of your chest, you quickly proceed to step five.

Step Five: The agent just requested your full manuscript! The first two or three chapters were good enough to snag an interest. So quit your squealing already and send it off.

Step Six: Get comfortable, because you’re going to have to wait some more. Longer this time. After all, this agent is still receiving plenty of queries, partials, and yes, even full manuscripts (as much as we’d like to think ours is the only one – the competition is intense).

By the time you hear back on this one, it could very well be seven or more months since you sent out that first query. You can imagine how crushing it is when the long wait ends with rejection and you have to start all over at step one.

Ah – but it will all be worth it the day we receive the other kind of news. The phone call or email saying the agent would like to represent us. I can’t even fathom that day. And that’s still just the beginning. Getting an agent is no guarantee for a deal. It increases our chances – but the contracts not in the bag yet, my friends. We have to go back to waiting (and marketing and writing and all that other fun stuff… seriously, I think it sounds fun, but maybe I’m still naive) while our fancy new agent does her thang. And even then, if we get a contract – there’s so much more waiting involved. Usually it takes one or two years before an author sees their contracted book in print. God must know writers need practice in patience. Because we get an awful lot of it.

Question of the day: If waiting is my pet peeve – what is yours?removetweetmeme