As promised, I am back in this space after a month of working on a story that I care deeply about. Did I accomplish the goal of National Novel Writing Month which is to write 50,000 words? Did I finish my first draft? The answer would be no to both of those questions. But, I wrote 26,826 words of a story I care deeply about and plan on continuing. I learned some things this year though, and that’s what I want to share with you today.
The first thing I learned was that life still exists during November, and people still expect you to live it unless you have the good fortune to live alone. (Maybe I’ll plan that for next November. Lol) There were dogs who needed walks, people who needed rides, and things that needed to be accomplished like going to the grocery store and paying bills. I did all of those things, of course. I mean, I do like to eat, and having a place to live does have its benefits. 🙂
But, it cut down on the time I had to write, and it made me wonder if I really respected my writing time, or if I’ve made my intentions clear to the people I share my home with. Somehow, I think not. When I, as mom or spouse, let myself be interrupted at the least little issue, it shows me I haven’t made my intentions clear.
For that matter, I also learned that the people closest to me (and I am widening the circle to include friends and acquaintances in this one) are not necessarily the ones who are going to understand my need to get words on the page or on the screen. They are also not the ones who are going to participate in that all-important use of the like, comment or share buttons on social media. Yes, I know this is a more recent invention, but it is also a more visible way for authors to interact with people who read their work, and it can be frustrating when it doesn’t happen.
What also has made me wonder if I’m any good or if it is worth it for me to plan time to write is the lack of commentary on my abilities as a writer. When I see publicity like “Come hear this person speak. He is a gifted communicator,” it makes me think my gift is lacking. Now, I am well aware that I may not have the gift of writing at all and that I may be just shouting into empty space. I don’t know. If I think about it too long, it can be depressing. That is why I so appreciated the meme I saw from Create Magazine yesterday morning. “To the artists who have not yet felt the impact of their work upon others, thank you for showing up, thank you for creating.” It inspired me to keep going.
But, I look at these words and realize I’ve left Jesus out of the equation. No human being is going to care what I create or even care about me, for that matter, as much as He does. And with His love, I can respect what He’s called me to do and respect that I am valuable enough to make the time. Make the time to write.
So, in retrospect, I am a writer and a servant who very often is relegated to the background by the world and those in it even my Christian brothers and sisters. But, Jesus doesn’t relegate me to the background. He loved me enough to die on the cross for me. So, I can write, and I can serve and know that my Lord is well pleased I am using the gifts He has given me. Thank you to all who have inspired me, and may our Lord and Savior continue to inspire those of us who create.
God bless you all today!