Into the Fire

The Zombies with one of their hits featured on their 1968 album. They had some good ones. 

Father, may each one you've gifted know the source of their gift(s). In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

When you start out pursuing a career in novel writing, are your dreams big, huge, mammoth? Or paltry, defeated, and miserable? Do you think all that you've studied will allow you to compose the words and stories to send readers into making rave reviews or cause them to toss the book unfinished into a pile to take to one of the giveaway bins in a charitable facility? 

I would think people pursuing the challenge of writing fiction come in all variations ranging from physical stature and age to levels of education to social status to the gamut of dreamers or realistic hopefuls to etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. There's no telling what future storytellers might look like or be thinking. 

It's a strange vocation to anticipate. If you've always wanted to write, chances are you've taken a lot of voyages on the pages of creation and finally decided upon a genre or perhaps multi-genres where you want to invest your time and energy creating. You have close associates with whom you can dare to share your efforts encouraging them to tell you "the truth" about what you've written. Do make sure they're true readers. If they give you a favorable report and ask for more, at least you know you've piqued an interest in your work. Use it as encouragement, assuming you respect their opinions. 

The usual types of novice writers are either stars-in-their-eyes raging optimists or teary-eyed-never-will-make it pessimists or those who think they're realists in their expectations and will attribute their success on how hard they're willing to work. Well, my perspective is this: If you have somehow acquired strong connections in the publishing industry (traditional or otherwise), have successful authors willing to mention/recommend you and your work, and have a knack for marketing, you increase your chances for "success" enormously. And realize there are exceptions to every rule, every recommendation, suggestion, demand, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. 

Most importantly: Keep writing. Until you are satisfied. 

Father, you give the talents and gifts. Contrary to what most people think, apart from you, we can do nothing. Thank you for every story you've given me. I know apart from you, I can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

     I put this in human terms because you are weak in your natural selves. Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness. When you were slaves to sin, you were free from the control of righteousness. What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death! But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. 

Romans 6:19-23 (NIV)

Thank you, author Karin Kaufman. So much. My one and only mystery. Race. 

Father, thank you for putting Karin in my life. Please bless her and keep her safe from all harm. And, Lord, give her the words she needs to write those stories you have just for her to tell. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

A very long time ago in Rome, Italy. Two young women experimenting with our cameras in our hotel room. The trip of a lifetime for me. 

Father, thank you for protecting me throughout those exciting months spent traveling. You've always gone before me even when I had yet to meet your Son. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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Father, thank you for all of the wonderful people I've "met" through these social gathering places. It's been a truly wonderful experience to get to know people from all over our great country. For each one of them, I pray a blessing over their lives, that their relationship with you would grow stronger and more meaningful as they press on in this lifetime. Give them joy and help them to see the beauty you've left for us to experience. May each one feel your presence and comfort, grace, and mercy daily. Thank you for each one. In the Name above all names, the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

Going way back to this beautiful lady and her captivating voice . . . Ella! 

Father, thank you for all the voices you've given your singers. May each one know from whom their gifts have come. Thank you, Lord. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

Musings indeed . . . 

I'm fairly sure the same people who thought/designed/made child-size height for toilets as regulation size (at least in Washington state) are the same people who designed the waste of space 6' widths for the new regulation-size sidewalks as well as making the sticky side of envelopes to leave the corners without adhesive thus making it easier for the whole flap to become unstuck or partially/fully opened before being delivered. Pretty sure they run in the same crowd. 

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     "We found that the brain works completely differently when you are using your hand to draw or write, as opposed to using the keyboard."  Audrey van der Meer, researcher.

I found this fascinating because when I really get stuck creatively, I resort to notebook and pen. If I'm that stumped, I'll print the last few pages of where I stopped writing. Then I start from that spot and handwrite until I'm ready to stop creating for a while. It does work for me.  

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Please, if you're uncomfortable driving at over 50 mph, do NOT drive on the freeways. PLEASE. And learn to merge WITH traffic. You don't have the right of way or the right to go any speed you want. 

Okay. That's enough of Monday musings. I'm done now. 

Father, things get crazy down here, but you know that. Help me to do and say the right things in spite of them. Thank you for your grace and mercy my entire life. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:

  "Many women do noble things,

   but you surpass them all."

Proverbs 31:28-29 (NIV)

She was the best mom a girl could have. She loved me deeply, was so much fun and by her actions taught me how to take care of a family. I cannot remember her ever complaining even though she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when I was in high school. Dad was very protective of her but didn't infringe upon her natural independence. I could go on and on about her, but suffice it to say the Lord gave me the best possible mother for this girl, and I loved her beyond words. She passed away at the tender age of 62 from cancer and, honestly, Mother's Day kind of lost its meaning for me when she was gone.  

Have a wonderful Mother's Day with Jesus, Mom. I love you! 

I can never thank you enough for my mom, Lord. You made her extra special. Give her a real hug for me, Jesus. Please. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.