Today marks five years since my husband and I were married and sealed together for time and all eternity.
A few weeks ago I decided to add some lettering to the filet crochet temple from a previous post and turn it into an anniversary present for my wonderful man.
I still need to finish the edging and blocking, but here’s the piece so far.
I can’t wait to hang it on the wall as a reminder that as long as we’re true to each other and to God, not even death can part us.
So I was lying on the couch the other day feeling sorry for myself (tired and uncomfortable and just couldn’t figure out how to start that next scene in chapter 6 and why bother anyway because my stuff wasn’t good enough to publish etc.), generally losing all perspective, when a little voice in my head said, “Write one word.”
I could do that, couldn’t I? That didn’t sound so hard.
I propped my laptop sideways and with one hand typed just the first word in the scene. Then I thought I knew what the next word should be, so I typed that too. Pretty soon I’d forced out a pair of short paragraphs, and my hand didn’t know what to do next.
So I wrote one more word. Eventually, I sat up and employed both hands and got through a whole page.
That voice, at that time, was an answer to a prayer.
I just thought I’d share in case anyone else needed to hear this today:
“Write one word.”
It’s time for Raven to test his wings (pun so intended). With the help of friends and family, I believe I’ve polished the manuscript up as much as I can.
Compiling a list of agents to query, checking all their submission guidelines, scrolling queryshark to learn the dos and don’ts–it’s all starting to feel a lot like hunting for a job, which is one of the the most miserable things I’ve ever had to do.
It makes me want to retreat to a safer task, like sewing or knitting. Something where if I screw up nobody has to know, and I can always go back and fix it.
But that’s not going to get me published.
This last weekend I had the opportunity to help out with a conference for the teens in my congregation. The theme for the conference was Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”
It seems I needed to hear that message as much as the kids did.
I can do hard things. I can face inevitable rejection.
Will Raven’s story get published? Maybe. Will I learn how to be a better and more professional author? Yes. Will my experiences help me get something else published someday? Definitely!
So I’m going to grit my teeth and send out those first queries–and try to keep things in perspective.
Now for something vastly more important than yarn or novels.
This weekend Christians all over the world celebrate the Atonement of Jesus Christ. He lived and died so all humankind could live again. Because of Him, life does not end after death, and life can be a joy while it lasts.
I’d say that’s good news.
Enjoy a short uplifting video produced by my church.
Or read about Jesus Christ in the New Testament: Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John.