Jodi Picoult’s “The Storyteller” is a hefty hardback boasting well over 450 pages. I picked it up primarily because it centers on a 20-something woman named Sage who forms an unlikely bond with a 90-something man named Josef.
The story promised to strum every heart string I have as a reader: contemporary fiction, intergenerational friendship, a life story revealed, a younger person all the wiser because of it. Yes, please!
But about 100 pages in, I realized this book was going to take me to places I had not anticipated. “The Storyteller” proved to be a challenge that sliced right to my writing soul.
Turns out, there’s a third character to this story who encompasses a large swath of those 450 pages: Sage’s grandmother, Mika, a Holocaust survivor. Continue reading “Am I wasting my freedom to write? | A challenge from “The Storyteller” by Jodi Picoult”
So where were we?
Oh, yes. Last we spoke, I had returned from a month-long break from blogging and social media to focus more time in worship, and I said God had revealed a new vision for my writing life.
For those who question the sanity of anyone who says God reveals things to them, please know I once shared your line of thinking. I also once questioned the sanity of anyone who loved coffee. That was before caramel macchiatos came into my life.
We all have our maturing to do.
In my last post, I promised to share with you this new vision God laid out for me. I am a woman of my word, so put on your listening ears. Continue reading “The choice I should have made a long time ago”
The #DreamChaser series features inspiring personal stories and lessons I learned as I bravely chase the dream God laid on my heart of being a writer.
Then it happened again.
Another letter of rejection.
I had spent years toiling over my novel, a story that wasn’t just close to my heart – it WAS my heart. And my heart was shattered. Continue reading “5 lessons broken dreams teach us”
You’re “not the right fit.” I think the first time I heard those words was from my boycrush in junior high. I had just slipped him a note. It was humiliating. Of course, I heard it a few more times from a few more boys since, as well as from more than a few potential employers (apparently I did not have what it took to be a Subway “sandwich artist”).
Last week I got one of the toughest rejections of my life. From a publisher.
For those who don’t know, I have several journalism, poetry and nonfiction credits, including a Lou Gehrig biography, but I have yet to break into my true love of fiction. From the time I was 12 I’ve wanted to be a novelist. After years of stop-start and immeasurable encouragement from others, I finally completed a manuscript and found a publisher interested in looking at it. Continue reading “The Advantage of Rejection”