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.
Have you ever
had a dream but no clue how to make it come true?
I have to admit
I felt that way after someone read the first draft of my manuscript. Now what?
Where did I go? What did I do to make it better? I was now a writer but I had a lot to figure out
before I could be an author.
Jeremiah 17:7 “Blessed
is the man who trusts in the LORD, and whose hope is the LORD.”
Last week, I mentioned
that I joined ACFW, American Christian Fiction Writers. I did this almost the
day I picked up my pen. I knew I needed support. No one can do it alone. This
organization is packed full of wonderful Christian writers who have offered a
great deal of help and guidance. I’m grateful for every bit of it.
From the edits
to the critiques, ACFW is a source I can trust. It has writing contests and
courses as well as many others assets for the Christian writer. I love the fact
that I can ask my fellow writers for advice about my plot lines one day and ask
for prayer the next.
They taught me
more this last year than I could ever imagine. Take the acronyms. I thought the
government was bad! After working amidst initials for over ten years, you’d
think I’d be used to them. I had a whole new pack to decipher. POV, RUE, WIP to
name a few. Point-of-view, Resist-the-Urge-to-Explain, Work-in-Progress for
those who are scratching their heads in confusion.
Then I had all
the new terms to learn. You know? Those blessed words like tighten, weasel, and
head-hopping. Yep, a whole new vocabulary for a whole new world.
My new friends highlighted and marked their
way across my chapters to show me what was “acceptable” and what was not.
Suggestions littered the margins especially those early days. My first draft eclipsed
into my third then my fifth then…well, I’ve lost count how many times I’ve
edited my manuscript now.
Romans 5:3 “And
not only that, but we also
glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance.”
process, the “experienced” ones have stressed something to me. Never lose my “voice.”
I’ve taken their advice to heart. Even though I’ve learned and grown, my voice
is my own. Yes, it may be a little young, after all, I am a new writer, but it’s
definitely, my own.
I know I still have
a lot to learn. Agents, editors, publishers... Yes, I’ve quite
the journey to see my words on someone else’s page besides my own. But I’ll
keep writing and I’ll keep learning. Soon, my dream will come true.
Meet me here
next week as I share why a platform is beneficial to a fledgling writer in The Launching Platform on Pen to the Page.
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…