Novelist
I’ve
tried to cover the bases on what’s important to me, although not in order.
First and foremost is my faith, then family, and next others. If you were a
Girl Scout it was your motto: God, others, and self. I’m an old Girl Scout
leader. I believe the words and follow them.
Novelist.
I’m
not as comfortable with this as I am my other roles. Don’t get me wrong, I love
to write. I write everything from short poems to short stories to novels to
Bible studies. I’ve written plays for Scouts. I’ve penned countless essay
papers in college. Then there’s blogs, newspapers and magazine articles. I once
wrote an author, raving over her book on menopause, and she put my letter up on
her website. Okay, I’d rather not be a spokesperson for menopause, but it is
what it is!
Writing
is easy for me. Telling people I am a writer seems like I’m violating my own
character. It’s like I’m confessing. Writing can often be personal and
intimate, daring to unevenly slice you to the marrow and expose you. It’s uncomfortable.
The only time I’m completely in my soul’s writing zone is when I’m writing
about my hero, Jesus Christ.
For
over two years, I’ve felt the Holy Spirit’s prompting to write a book about
some things that were cutting me to the quick. Looking around, I didn’t find
many people that seemed overly concerned about what I was seeing. And until I
wrote the book, it plagued me night and day. I’d see a scene completely play
out in front of me as I was stopped at a red light. Scripture would scroll
across my mind when I wrote, causing me to halt and pray about the next scene.
In
all my years of writing, I’ve never wanted to talk much about my writing
career. I’m timid and shy. I’m insecure and doubt whether others would even
want to read what I write. My next book is hard. After the release date, I will
begin a series of discussions about the topics in the book. I won’t give away
the ending or pivotal areas, but just delve into a world most of us pretend
doesn't exist. It is not a world of vampires, werewolves, black magic, or
wiccans. There’s no hokey-pokey. It’s real, complex, and to me, more
terrifying.
Well,
I’ll stop there. I write.
Are
you a writer?
I’ve
often wondered what Jesus stooped to write on the ground when the Pharisees
brought him the adulterous woman.
What
do you think Jesus wrote?
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