Yes, I’ve been gone awhile. I’ve been away seeking God. Good things take time (insert big, cheesy smile here because seeking God turned out to be way more fun that expected.)
Back in the day, I learned that just because the Good Lord tells you:
A: (in this case, write novel length fiction)
B: (head out to parts unknown to meet really cool folks at writer’s conferences)
does not mean He wants
He has this way of getting to the marrow by roundabout means and I’ve suspected for some time that the story burning up my bosom might just be His voice seeking entrance to heal some areas of messiness. Painful stuff tends to eat away the soul. What better way to exercise the crap?
(Let’s poke her with sticks until she throws up on paper! You first. No *you* first.)
Paranoid? Not me…
Conversely, the publishing industry is a business that needs to make money. I dislike self promotion with the fiery passion of a thousand suns and tend to stuff my writing under the mattress until it takes over the room. All the rules about what will or won’t hurt a writer’s chances of publication give me gas.
Also, I’m single-minded to a fault. May not sound like such a big deal, but believe me– it can get ugly. If this is the way He’s leading, I’m all in. If not, I need to find my Savior’s heart and stick with His business.
So the upshot? I’m still here and yes, I’ve Got Direction. It involves more waiting. (My goodness! He loves that sort of thing)
It also involves talking about the issues that burned my bosoms in the first place, so expect more personal posts involving women and aging and love and healing.
And the eternal, big-hearted Love of God.