Life can sometimes get away from us. Can I get an amen, my friends? Sometimes it's the little things, like not being able to fully get my head around the fact that March starts the week. Wasn't it January six seconds ago? Other times, it is seems like we get so busy that we forget why we started something in the first place.
I am a writer, and proud of it. I tell stories that make people smile, sometimes make them angry, and often make them cry. Since discovering the author inside of me, I have felt fulfilled in ways I hadn't thought possible. It is still a struggle every day as I learn to hone this crazy skill that we call storytelling. I plan to be constantly learning and growing, which means accepting that I may never feel I have it "mastered". When do we ever truly master anything, anyway? I'm actually okay with this. The journey is half the fun.
As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I have also started working part time doing copy-writing and copy-editing work for a wonderful friend of mine, something I am really enjoying and look forward to growing with him and his company. It is also something I feel like I am learning as I grow, and that's also okay. They have told me multiple times that they are really happy with the work I am doing, which is encouraging in those moments when I feel like I am shooting from my hip.
But I am, and will always be, a storyteller first.
Today, February 26, 2018, marks FOUR YEARS since my first book, An Unusual Path, debuted. Just a few days ago I received a wonderful note from someone who just picked it up at the library and had to let me know that they loved it. If that fantastic reader gets a chance to read Phoenix Morrow, I hope they tell me what they thought. I also hope they read this, and know they made my day!
The part time work I have been doing, while enjoyable, has kept me from working on my fourth book as much as I would like, not as much from a time perspective but because my attention is pulled in multiple directions. There are multiple reasons that authors are known to lock themselves in a cabin in the woods to write. Distractions are the devil to an author. Yesterday, I got home from church and could feel the story churning. It was like the characters had been in my brain for too long and were screaming to be let out again. As many of you know, I describe finally deciding to write my first book as "my brain got itchy." My brain was itching to be scratched yesterday, and I knew what I had to do.
I don't have a handy cabin in the woods nearby, but I hid in my office and wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote, all while reading through parts of my story and pulling those characters back to the front of my brain. You know what? Like all itches, it felt REALLY good to scratch it.
I plan to scratch some more today. The document is still minimized on my computer so I know exactly where I left off. I plan to post and share this blog, maybe swap my laundry (because life), and then stick my head in the sand. If anyone needs me from the copy-writing world, my email still works and I'll be here, but until then, I have a story that needs to be told.
I can't wait for you to read it.
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