Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe the beauty around me, transferring it to paper. I dare all to take the leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and reveal for yourself . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
Welcome to the
first installment of Pen to the Page.
For the next
four weeks, I’ll discuss writing and its aspects from my perspective as an
aspiring author. The Lord continues to offer His wisdom as I continue my
journey to publication.
Next week, I’ll talk about learning the process with
Figuring It Out. The third segment, The Launching Platform will cover the
components of a platform and the benefits they can offer as well as their limitations.
I’ll wrap up with a section that covers contests and critiques, An Author’s Examination. Contests are opportunities
and critiques should be explored not abhorred. I’ll discuss both in the last
installment of Pen to the Page.
So, get your
pens out and let’s begin.
What motivates a
person to write…anything? Two words… Acute
Acute means now,
otherwise who would have ever picked up the pen? Then a source inspires the dedication
and strength to continue on to the goal (e.g. story, book, or poem).
I’m an aspiring
author and I can remember the day I decided to pick up the pen like it was
yesterday. Not to write a poem, I’ve done that for years. No, I can remember
the day that I decided to write. It was an acute moment in time. That day
changed my life forever.
The Lord used my
husband to plant a seed, much like the seed of faith.
Matthew 13:23“But he who received seed on the good ground is he who hears
the word and understands it,
who indeed bears fruit and produces: some a hundredfold, some sixty, some
With just a few
words of encouragement, writing became reality in my life. Now I could glorify
the Lord! The stories and characters dancing around in my head could finally
find their way to the page. I had so much to share. I didn’t know where to
The words flowed
and before long, I had a bonafide manuscript on my hands but I didn’t know what
to do with it. I looked at self-publishing but I didn’t want to risk putting my
words into print if they weren’t ready yet.
My philosophy is
simple. Anybody can write. I want to be a Christian author.
So, I joined the
ACFW, American Christian Fiction Writers, and started to learn.I learned about writing. I entered a contest, joined editing groups and critique
groups, and then tackled the almighty platform. Just when I thought I’d figured
it out, I discovered I didn’t know much and continued learning more.
Through it all,
my husband stays by my side. Sometimes, all he sees is my head as it’s buried
in my laptop as I update my blog or work on my current manuscript. Time management
is a big issue and still proves to be quite the challenge. After all, balancing
a full-time job, writing and editing, critiques, a weekly blog, book reviews,
and social networking can keep a person hopping. Sad to say, family can
sometimes be neglected if I’m not careful.
me to continue this demanding path? What’s my inspiration?
Psalm 28:7 “The
LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him, and I am
helped; Therefore my heart greatly rejoices, And with my song I will praise
My song is my
words. Whether they rest in a novel or a poem, they’ll praise the Lord. I’ll
bring glory to the Almighty. He’s my strength and through Him, through His acute inspiration, I’ll find a page for
my pen each and every day.
Join me next
week on Pen to the Pageas I
talk about Figuring It Out.
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…