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What Now?

I'm told that every writer questions whether or not they are truly a writer. Thousands of doubts plague our hearts, souls, and minds. It gets discouraging when you've worked on a book for such a long time and worked so hard to make it all it can be and you still get voices telling you all that's wrong with it. You find yourself asking, "What now?" It's enough to make a body want to quit. Yet, you can't. Not if you're a real writer.

Real writers need to write. Real writers will write.

It's so easy to compare yourself with others and say, "Why can't I be like them?" or "Why do I struggle with the senses or poetic prose or character voice when it seems to come so naturally to so-and-so?" However, writing is work for every writer. In fact, the less work it takes for a reader to read, the harder the writer struggled to write it. Writing takes a lot of work. Talk about overworked and underpaid... that's the life of a writer.

So why do we do it? We do it because we can't not do it.

God Provides

I'm still praying my way toward publication, but in the meantime God is providing what I need to make "Finding Beth" the best it can be. I now have an editor. Praise God! Someday, with her permission, I'll be able to share the story. For now, she remains in anonymity per her request.


My current struggle is getting to the work as time and energy permit. My health is like walking through a minefield. I never know when something is going to erupt in my face. Everywhere I turn, I cannot get away from the enemy hidden beneath the surface. I can only trust God to guide me, having confidence that he knows the way when I don't.

If you happen to be one of my prayer warriors, please pray that God will give me the health and strength I need to finish these edits for "Finding Beth", that he will light up my path to publication, and that he will enable me to get Tiffany's story down on paper. It's a tough journey. May God give me every word!

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"To You, O LORD, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if You be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit. Hear the voice of my pleas for mercy, when I cry to You for help, when I lift up my hands toward your most holy sanctuary." Psalm 28:1-2, ESV

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