Hadrian's Wall

Hadrian's Wall
Hadrian's Wall at sunset

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Unplugged

Too much internal and external noise in my mind and life so I'm going unplugged for a while.

For months I've been blogging and reading blogs, doing Pinterest and Goodreads, etc. to work on my author career. Trying to get my name out there, advertise, market, blah, blah, blah.

I think I need to detach myself from the Internet as much as possible for a bit. Need to get outside more. Smell the coffee. Smell the roses. Stop being attached at the hip to the computer.

So long, internet, Twitter, Pinterest, Facebook, Goodreads, Amazon, and all the other myriad sites I travel to nearly every day.

Not sure who even reads this blog actually. And that's OK. I've enjoyed doing it. And I've learned a lot. I'll probably be back.

And now it's time to stop so here I am stopping. This is me stopping.

Good-bye.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

A Gentle Reminder

I was driving somewhere alone this week. And I was complaining venting to the Lord about the fact that my friend, an acquisitions editor at a Christian publisher, recently told me that they had acquired all the historical romance they needed until 2015. 2015.

I had been preparing my current WIP for this editor, in fact for the last year, everything I've worked on was for this particular editor and her company. (Let me be clear here, we had no contract and she hadn't promised me anything. But she wanted to look at my stuff before I sent it anywhere else.)  I changed my story from straight historical to historical romance (And believe me, that involves some real rewriting.)

And then, just like that. Shot down.

Of course, she had no idea how this bit of news affected me. She didn't know I had targeted October as the month I would have the manuscript finished to turn into her. I simply said, "OK, thanks for the heads up." I moped around for a couple of days, even played around with the idea of quitting the whole writing/author/publication thing.

So I was driving along and moaning praying and I said "Lord, it's just so disappointing...I've been writing this for Vicki and---" before I could even finish the sentence, right out of the blue, the Lord said "You're not writing for Vicki, you're writing for Me."

Oooooh.

I stopped. I gulped. And I said, "Oooh Kaaaayy...that's right. Thank You for reminding me. I'm not writing for Vicki, I'm writing for you."

And just like that, my attitude changed. I was driving along, complaining, almost as if the Lord wasn't really listening. And He was.

Thanks, Lord.