Growing up, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I loved the very thought of such a career and ached to see my creations on bookshelves. My only frame of reference for what a writer’s life looked like, however, was what I saw in movies and television shows.
As I began pursuing a writing career, I soon discovered all the parts that are not pretty enough for the screen.
If I could prepare my younger, starry-eyed self for what a writer’s life really is, here’s what I’d say: Continue reading “12 things they don’t tell you about being a writer”
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”
Babylon Bee, my favoritist tongue-in-cheek news site, shared an article on their Facebook page earlier this week that especially tickled me. The title: “Pastor Labors All Weekend On Church Blog Post Approximately Four People Will End Up Reading.”
Did you laugh?
So did I. I laughed because it is TRUE.
I saw myself in the pastor’s shoes. My goodness, I feel exactly this way every single week. I could have coffee daily with this emotion we are so tight.
I pour time, energy – and, yes, money – into this blog. I care DEEPLY about it. But, inevitably, as the words tumble onto the screen each week, the question poking at my emotional core is, “Does this even matter?” Continue reading “Does what I do even matter to anyone?”