




I Send My Proposal
I stand in line at the post office. A long line. I have lots of time to think. Did I remember to put everything in the package? Did I spell my name right? Would Mr. Important Agent think my writing inept? Inane? Irredeemably moronic? Nothing like hanging yourself out...
So, About Rewrites…
I think the whole writing process would have been simpler if we had named it rewriting. Take my kids, for example. They write their paper about ancient Greek culture and they think they’re done. The term “rough draft” evokes a horror somewhat akin to having a cell...
Too Many Words
I’ve discovered my weakness. Too many words. I don’t mean the spoken kind. I mean the written kind. One of the best things that ever happened to me occurred when I wanted to submit my work to a contest. I thought I’d written a pretty decent piece. Then I saw the word...
Eight Weeks to the Day
So I’ve got great news. My novel writing career is starting just like J. K. Rowling’s. With rejection. Alas. But hey, all the biggies suffer it. I’m in good company. The point is, I’m no longer a wannabe writer. I’ve moved up to being a real live rejected writer....
Bright Idea
Here’s an economically unsound idea. Spend months and months writing a book that no one may want to publish. Uh, yeah, let’s look for the economic winner plan. How ‘bout while I’m spending months and months writing a book no one may publish, I trickle off a little...
The Plague of Unpleasant Wildlife part I
When your son is supposed to be at the bus stop, but instead he’s crouching three houses away, looking intently at the curb, you know something disgusting has caught his eye. “You’d better get to the bus stop,” I call. He doesn’t move. “Eeew. It’s alive!” Perhaps you...
The Plague of Unpleasant Wildlife part II
You always have high hopes for a normal day, until the kids come home from school and shout, “Hey, Mom, there’s a snake in the garage.” Yippee. It’s not that I’m against snakes or nature in general. I just think slithering creatures with cold beady eyes belong in the...
Queries
Here’s an unfortunate chain of events. Publishers no longer have the money to pay some poor soul to wade through all the manuscripts we wanna-be authors send—otherwise known as the slush pile. Some of those tomes are, well, drivel you wouldn’t want to wallpaper your...
Writing Buddies
One of the cool things about being a writer is that there are a plethora of other like-minded writers to support you in your weirdness. You just have to find them. Say you’re talking about some poor fellow you know, and lamenting all his struggles for like, half an...
Redirection
So a really good thing happened. I got rejected again. I should clarify. My manuscript got rejected, not me personally. It’s been the best thing that’s happened so far for my writing career. I’d worked hard on my manuscript. I had a good relationship with the agent I...
Close Encounters of the Agent Kind, Part 1
So I’ve been taking the latest rejection of my nonfiction manuscript as a redirection, and I’m having a jolly time writing humorous fiction. I sit on my couch and giggle. Really, I have to be careful I don’t make myself spew coffee from my nose. I know, I know. I’m...
Close Encounters of the Agent Kind, Part 2
While I’m at the writers conference where I get interest from a fabulous agent about my nonfiction dog book proposal, I also take the opportunity to get feedback on my novel. After all, that’s fun writing too. My previous contest results for the novel tell me the...
LIFE AS A WRITER
I sit at my computer.
I stare at the screen.
I spend two hours on one sentence.
I giggle at strange things.
I talk to myself.
I drink coffee. Serious coffee. Make-your-hair-stand-on-end coffe.
And sometimes I doodle.
(See the cartoons on this page.)
I pray.
I spend two more hours on that same dang sentence because it refuses to cooperate.
(Okay, yes, maybe I am a perfectionist.)
I pitch the sentence and start again.
I pray more.
I chase words around in my head.
When I catch the right ones, they thrum in my soul, whispering truth.
They make me think and laugh and hope and know God in all his goodness.
I love what I do.
