Basin Park Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas
For those of us who write, it can often be a solitary world.
Our days are spent in front of a computer screen with only the silent voices of our fictional characters to keep us company.
When I’m in my writing mode I enter my character’s worlds, playing out their conversations in my head and taking on their demeanors, their beliefs, and their motivations as their story unfolds.
For so many years, I felt like an odd duck. When I’d tell people I was a writer, I’d get those placating “Oh, that’s interesting…” kinds of comments or sometimes even a blank stare.
Sometimes I didn’t say what I did. I realized that some folks truly just didn’t get it. I didn’t blame them really because it does seem a little quirky.
It’s probably true in a lot of fields, but I think it’s harder when you’re talking about the arts because it’s so abstract.
Writers are a bit strange and a bit unusual. We’re constantly creating, contriving, and navigating paths that touch people’s inner core—their emotions. And for Christian fiction writers, it can be particularly daunting because we don’t want to let the message of Christ get lost in the shuffle as our stories unfold.
I guess I’m at a point in life where I have to hand God my map and let Him chart the best route to take me where I’m going.
And if folks still think what I do is a little strange and unusual I guess I can be okay with that because He’s the one who made me so. (Yes—I’m blessed!)
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Questions for you to ponder…
How should we let our writing define us?
Should it matter what people think?
Blessings Always,
