Into the Fire

Passionate thoughts about the world of writing and the Power of God

  • So often when new contracts are issued to authors experiencing publishing for the first time with the real deal, we hear the words, “Never give up!” With veteran authors who’ve written innumerable contracted books and maintained a reputation in the ranks as being a consummate professional, we hear the words, “Never give up!” From those writers who’ve had that two or three book contract, met their obligations, and failed to net another contract because of slower sales, we hear the words, “Never give up!”

    We hear those words from other sources, too. Their intent is valuable when applied appropriately.

    So what is “appropriately”? Well . . . we can be wrong. I can’t determine what you should keep doing because it’s between the Lord and you. I can be impressed by your abilities and encourage you to continue on to wherever the Lord takes you. I can hope for the same from you. But what if you or I have assumed we have talent where we don’t?

    Writers come in all mindsets. There are those who think with a business-like attitude: “The professionals are always right. I need to mold my writing into what they perceive will sell.” Others might think they can be versatile, but they will fight for certain pieces of their work. And still others believe without a doubt that the very words on the pages of their novels are non-negotiable. Then somewhere in between those another group resides.

    One thing I’ve learned from the professionals . . . Writing talent isn’t always a prerequisite to publishing. Perseverance is. Especially if you’re the writer without a platform and nothing outstanding to sell yourself other than your words. No built in audience of merit. Oh, I know. They continue to declare, “Good writing trumps everything.” But all you must do to disprove this statement is read a few of the mainstream ABA or CBA novels and ask this question: If this is true, why then do most novels not earn back their advances?! And what does that really mean in terms of what gets published?

    So what am I saying? I’m saying there are writers who will only accept validation if it comes via royalty publishing. They continue to pursue that avenue with a fierceness, and if they have a shred of talent, they will most likely be rewarded with a contract someday. I’m also saying there are writers who want to bow out after two or three rejections even though rejections are the name of the game in the beginning of the race to publication. And I’m also saying that there are writers who will not give up on writing regardless of the circumstances providing God has told them to continue. His desires for them overwhelm all other concerns, and they will faithfully put words together as long as He likes, and that is precisely why they are not giving up. Please count me in this final group.

    God, you know the plans you have for me. I must trust you above all others and obey. No matter what. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not killed with those who were disobedient [unbelieving].

    Hebrews 11:31 (NIV)

  • Spring has been wrestling with winter for her entrance into the new year. Fought bravely to defeat the old bear of cold air and unexpected snows. Scrappy efforts to push up daffodils, bring cherry blossoms to limbs, and ease the air into a hopeful warmth.

    Alas, the battle rages. For some reason, Winter is pushing back. Cold air in the breeze lingers after mild days of almost warm temperatures. The rhododendrons are cowering inside their buds and refusing to bloom which is odd since we often see them bursting forth uncontained in March.

    I can’t remember a longer winter in this area. And I’ve lived here most of the winters of my life. Winter gets its due and is allowed all the possibilities of its season, usually only choosing to use a few items in its repertoire in this area, spreading its more extreme allotments on the other side of the mountains. This year Winter pulled out all its tricks and displayed them obnoxiously past its assigned time. Stubbornly sporting its might and hanging around with threatening gestures, none of which Spring has been totally able to defeat.

    The whispers of Winter tell me it’s mocking global warming, taunting the claims of arrogant men who insist that man can control it, monitor it, regulate it, or even figure it out. It is laughable when you consider it. Mankind ruling the earth? Get real. If we haven’t learned anything in the centuries of existence, it’s that mankind’s discoveries are few and far between and what he doesn’t know or speculates upon is far less than what exists and has always existed.

    I’m with Winter here, but I hope he succumbs to the efforts of Spring soon. He’s definitely proved his point to me. 😉

    Father, thank you for your grace through all the seasons of life. Apart from you, I can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • To continue getting to know gifted author Sibella Giorello . . .

    13.Marketing novels can be the bane of some authors and quite enjoyable for others. Is it a necessary evil or a fun opportunity for you?

    A little of both. You have an obligation to your readers, your publisher and the one who gave you the opportunity to write (God), to do more than sit in your office and type. But I’m mostly an introvert, and don’t enjoy “selling” anything, particularly something of my own. So I’m still working on the happy medium.

    14.Besides writing, you homeschool your sons. What are their ages, and why did you elect to educate them from home?

    My boys are 11 and 8. They asked to homeschool. I was a reluctant convert to the ideology but five years later, I have complete praise for homeschooling. It’s been a tremendous blessing to our sons and to our family. You can’t cut corners spiritually, with yourself or your children. Homeschooling will make an honest parent out of you!

    15.This is a question you might prefer not to answer, but is there anything you think could use some modification(s) in the Christian publishing industry?

    I think we have to stop drawing a line around ourselves and start engaging with the culture. We’re on our way to preaching solely to the choir which was the path the Pharisees perished on as well.

    Look, our savior is not some mush-mouthed falsity. He’s God! He can deal with the utter depravity of man. In fact, he wants to. So why do we want to avoid reality?

    I do think, however, that more believers are writing with this in mind. There are more stories about the lost, the people living on the fringe. I see this as a good thing.

    16.What genres do you prefer to read?

    In fiction? Mysteries. Period.
    In non-fiction I prefer poetry.

    17.How would you describe your walk with Jesus Christ?

    Oh, boy, Nicole. You’re a tough interrogator.
    My walk goes from some tentative toddler-esque waddle to the full sprint and marathon. And I don’t want to lose either — ever. I learn so much when I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing or how to do it. But I think we offer light to others when we’re running the race with endurance.

    18.Is there a specific or overall writing goal to which you’re pointing your efforts?

    Nope. I just pray and put one word in front of the other. Seriously, I don’t have time for anything else.

    19.Are you content with your career to date?

    I am. To paraphrase Paul, I have learned to be content in all circumstances. In fact, I don’t think you can write well if you’re looking over your shoulder or salivating over someone else’s success.

    20.Newer writers always look for tidbits from the professionals. Anything to offer aspiring writers?

    Two things: If your heart tells you to write, write. Don’t listen to anybody else’s opinion. This is between you and your maker. Keep it that way.
    Second, don’t give up. Which means that I’ll have to say it again: This is between you and your maker. Keep it that way.

    21.Any thoughts on writers’ conferences?

    Never been to one. Not because I don’t want to, I’ve just never had the opportunity. But they sure sound like fun, especially Mount Hermon.

    22.Do you think you could ever collaborate on a novel? If so, what kind of person would you need to work with?

    I’ve got my own trials right now, I can’t even imagine this!

    23.Do you have any writing quirks—have to be in a certain place, must have a cup of coffee, tea, coke, water, music playing, silence?

    Huge pot of black tea, sweetened. Silence. Early morning.

    24.What is your favorite thing about writing novels?

    Dreaming with my eyes open, listening to my heart connect with my mind.

    25.What is the most important thing to you about writing novels? Why did you do it? And what makes you want to continue?

    Honesty. Emotional, spiritual honesty. That’s the most important thing.

    As for why I write, life makes no sense otherwise. It’s as if I’m looking at the Scrabble board with all the letters spilled. I feel an overwhelming urge to put the tiles in order, to spell something, to make a story.

    In other words, it’s a compulsion of some kind. And the reason I continue is because I believe God put this urge inside me, and wants me to persevere with it, through Him.

    If you enjoy mysteries with tough heroines, physical, emotional, and spiritual conflicts, interesting characters, unique situations and locations, and genuinely good writing, you need to read The Stones Cry Out and The Rivers Run Dry.

    My thanks to Sibella for her cooperation and honesty.

    Father, continue to encourage and uplift Sibella as she tackles life in all its beauty and trials. Bless her mind, heart, and spirit. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • Pacific Northwest author of The Stones Cry Out and The Rivers Run Dry and former award winning journalist Sibella Giorello was gracious enough to submit to my probing questions about her life, her thoughts on Christian fiction, and her writing. Thanks, Sibella, for your time and honesty.

    1.Sibella, many writers seek a certain audience even though most of us want to believe we have written a universally desirable masterpiece. Since your current protagonist, FBI Special Agent Raleigh Harmon, is female, do you think your two novels The Stones Cry Out and The Rivers Run Dry appeal more to women, and was that your intent?

    The only universal masterpiece is the Bible, a book that speaks to all kinds, at all times, provided they can listen (which is another topic for discussion).
    Fiction, on the other hand, is much more narrow. It’s a deeply personal decision — what to read — and has as much to do with style as substance. I don’t take it personally when people don’t care for my books, in the same way I don’t expect everybody to like the way I decorate my house. I also don’t worry about whether one gender prefers my books. I don’t write for women or men. I just try to write a good book. When it’s done well, crime fiction will always cross gender lines.

    2.You’ve lived in a variety of places. Do you have a favorite among them? What brought you out to the Pacific Northwest and how long have you lived in the area?

    Alaska will always be my favorite place on the planet, period. Nothing can ever compete with my love for The Last Frontier. Growing up there was pure blessing.
    But the Pacific Northwest is a close second. It resembles Alaska in significant ways, particularly in terms of landscape and people. The persistent misting rain often reminds me of Juneau, as do the people who refuse umbrellas, devour books, and fill every minute in the summer because it’s so glorious and winter’s so dismal.
    And yet, the South also stole my heart. It offers something that’s missing elsewhere in America: lyrical language; hospitality as it should be; a singular history that can’t be replicated; a close-knit atmosphere that makes friends into family. Plus, the South serves food at every occasion, large or small, and that’s a GREAT thing!
    We moved to the Pacific Northwest about five years ago after 14 years in Richmond, Virginia. It was a difficult decision and it meant leaving friends who we consider family. But my husband believed it was right for our family. And he’s always right . . .

    3.How do you describe your writing and categorize your novels?

    Well, they’re mysteries above all else. People talk about suspense and thrillers, and maybe they’re that, too, but I leave those conversations to others. I don’t read in categories; I read what works.

    4.I’ve grown very fond of Special Agent Raleigh Harmon. How much longer will she be with us or can you tell us?

    I’m glad you like Raleigh. She’s a wonderful companion at the keyboard, too. Unlike some other characters, I haven’t grown tired of her company. She reminds me of the amazing women I met while living in the South. They’re polite, they often love Jesus, but if necessary they will not hesitate to kick rear ends.
    I hope Raleigh will be with us for quite awhile. I’ve outlined five books with her, and have ideas for more.

    5.Since publishing a novel can take up to a year or over, you probably have a novel or two in the works which we won’t see for awhile. Care to give your readers any snapshots of future stories?

    I don’t want to give away too much, but young FBI agents move fairly often. So new locations might come with each book. And sometimes bad things happen on vacation . . .

    6.It seems there’s always a debate going on in the Christian community about the label “Christian fiction”. Some authors resent the term, others welcome it. Do you have an opinion on this sometimes prickly subject?

    I can’t figure out if we, as believers, gave ourselves the term “Christian fiction,” or whether the label was slapped on our work to marginalize it. I suspect the term came about from both sides, but the overall affect was to push our stories off the secular reader’s radar.
    I often wonder whether Flannery O’Connor would be considered a Christian writer these days? What about Dickens? In that sense, it just seems like a fairly useless label.
    “Christian fiction” brims with great writers whose books could delight non-believers simply for their sheer story-telling abilities. To name a few — and to leave many more unnamed — Charles Martin, James Scott Bell, Ted Dekker, Brandilyn Collins, Robert Liparulo.
    Christian readers will always seek out and find books that meet their standards. That’s why I think the “Christian fiction” label only serves to keep non-believers away.
    Obviously, this is just my opinion but I’m generally not enthusiastic about Christians setting themselves apart from the world; I don’t think that’s what Jesus did, or what He wants from us.

    7.If you were asked to give a blurb about yourself, what would you want your readers to know or remember about Sibella Giorello?

    The truth is, I don’t want them to think of me at all. I’d rather write anonymously and let the characters and story live in the readers mind.

    8.A rare winter evening alone: read a book, write, watch a movie, catch up on sleep?

    Few things are more delicious than curling up under a blanket with a good book and some nice food and drink. So hands down: I’d read a book.

    9.Does your husband read your novels? If so, before or after they’re in book form—or both?

    My husband used to read my early drafts but he got fired. He was way too enthusiastic. Now he reads the galleys and is wonderfully critical and supportive. And since he’s a musician, he can really sense what’s right or wrong with esoteric aspects such as pacing and atmosphere.

    10.If you don’t mind, mention a few of your favorite Christian authors.

    So many people name C.S. Lewis that it’s beginning to sound pretentious or dishonest — like claiming you know more scripture than you do — but I seriously adore his books. He’s my favorite.
    And mostly I read non-fiction, partly because I’m concerned about inadvertently picking up pieces from my peers’ books and partly because I’m always researching. I allow myself to read Christian fiction only during the two weeks I take off from writing each year, and even then I rarely read contemporary work. For some reason, I gravitate to books written from mid-1800s to mid-1900s. Don’t ask me why, but I also prefer the journalism from that era.

    11.Do you plan to write more stories that involve this geographic area?

    YES! I love writing about the Pacific Northwest.

    12.You were a professional award winning journalist before writing your novels. Did it feel like a stretch to pen your first novel? Do you prefer one over the other?

    There are certain things about journalism that made me never want to step outside its boundaries. Journalism provides so many opportunities to be clever and quick — it was made for that. But novels are contemplative affairs. As you say, it requires stretching and that’s not always a pleasant sensation. But now I prefer writing novels because the gratification is more profound, and longer lasting.

    To be continued . . .

    Lord, you hold Sibella’s heart and direct her steps. Keep her close to you and give her many stories to tell. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • Like blood from a cut. Deep incision, pouring out like a red river.

    Life is good, but life things are sometimes bad.

    Bad being a matter of opinion, so subjective.

    But universal, too.

    Bad hair, bad leg, bad time at the party, cancer-bad, bad complexion, bad injury, bad dope, bad overdose, bad . . .

    The news is glum and twisted. Off the deep-end: a drowning of sensibility, common sense, reason, and morality.

    Anger, conflict, and no resolution. Only rule. Of the awful kind. The kind that insinuates itself like invisible gas, choking out resistance, enabling strangulation and sanguination.

    No one wants to read this.

    (Back to our regular programming tomorrow.)

    Desperate for you, Lord.

  • Pen in hand. Legal pad. Chair on lawn. Finally: warm sun and air.

    . . .

    My first novel is a saga in length but covers only one race meet in actual story time. A mostly day-by-day account of the goings on at a middle echelon racetrack with well over 65 characters wrapped up with a Glossary of Terms (for non-racetrackers) on page 744 with virtually no white on the type-filled pages. Definitely could have been told in less, but . . . Anyway, it was all hand written.
    No computer in our home at the time, and typing without the efficiency of the marvelous correction capabilities of a keyboard is one of the most frustrating of all possible exercises—similar to bowling and golf.

    . . .

    I’m wondering now if not getting back to book number eight has slipped into lethargy or the simple “I’m outa practice” mode. Could be. Not sure. Guess I should open it up and check it out because I do miss them, you know? I really do.

    . . .

    My TBR (To Be Read) pile is ridiculous. It’s like when it got down to one or two books, I completely panicked and went on a buying rampage and then loaded up on CFBA books after trying to cut back. Feeding the addiction to fiction. Good grief.

    . . .

    Watching a jet etching white contrails in a horizontal line across a cornflower bluescape. Silent as the breeze. Fast and out of sight. The evidence of its journey fading, blending into blue. The long lines dividing the endless sky.

    . . .

    Pen in hand. Legal pad. Chair on lawn. Warm sun and air. Sunburn. Yeah. Finally.

    . . .

    Blessed.

    Father, every good and perfect gift is from you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • Those who cook know the term “simmer”. My dad used to say, “Simmer down” once in awhile when I was a little girl but always gently. I like this word. There are two types of definitions for the word “simmer” in the dictionary which align with cooking and harboring or calming anger or excitement.

    When some foods need to continue cooking, they are often simmered until thoroughly done. Well . . . that’s where my writing is right now. Simmering.

    I’ve got a good start on book number eight, but it’s been simmering for some time now. I trust the Lord to move me toward the burner to rescue it when the “cooking” time is done.

    So. I’ve got an “Examiner” gig going on which is more for fun than it is for “profit”. I think I get a solid penny for each page view. This is your official invitation to visit me there: http://www.examiner.com/x-7385-Seattle-Christian-Fiction-Examiner. The posts there will sometimes overlap with these here, but this blog gets my primary focus.

    Later this week at both places I have a two or three part interview with Sibella Giorello, the gifted author of the two mysteries reviewed here: The Stones Cry Out and The Rivers Run Dry. Since Sibella referred to me as an interrogator, you’ll want to tune in for those.

    Anyway, I’m in the simmering mode. Always appreciate your prayers.

    Father, you place us where we are. We can count on you. You have told us “A righteous man’s steps are ordained by the Lord”, and the Blood of Jesus has made us righteous in your eyes. What a tremendous gift. What a huge comfort. Lead me on, dear Lord. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • For I know my transgressions,
    and my sin is always before me.
    Against you, you only, have I sinned
    and done what is evil in your sight,
    so that you are proved right when you speak
    and justified when you judge.
    Surely I have been a sinner from birth,
    sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
    Surely you desire truth in the inner parts;
    you teach me wisdom in the inmost place.

    Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
    wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
    Let me hear joy and gladness;
    let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
    Hide your face from my sins
    and blot out all my iniquity.

    Psalm 51:3-9 (NIV)

  • BoneMan’s Daughters

    I’ve now read three of Ted Dekker’s novels: Adam, Kiss, and BoneMan’s Daughters. Both Adam and Kiss have been reviewed here, and although Kiss was entertaining and the tamest of the three, I have to admit Adam is my favorite. Those of you who’ve read the novel or my review of it realize the story isn’t for the faint-hearted. May I say BoneMan’s Daughters is a step farther into the process of psychological torment and the breaking down of the human soul? If you can’t stomach the gruesome description of premeditated physical violence in order to accomplish the complete vanquishing of a human being, I can’t recommend this novel to you.

    Those of us who’ve met the Lord Jesus Christ must admit that in our sinful states, we are no better than the worst of mankind. We are sinners. Some of us face temptations to do incredible evil and succumb to it without much fight while others of us shun all kinds of evil but surrender to “societal sin” such as fornication, occasional drunkenness, white lies, etc. We reconcile and justify our disobedience by telling ourselves we’re not killers or drug dealers, for heaven’s sake!

    In BoneMan’s Daughters we are presented with an elite and meticulous serial killer of young women who has chosen an unusual and especially torturous way of murdering them. The man supposedly responsible for these heinous crimes is being released from jail because there is reason to believe he’s been wrongly incarcerated. The smug DA who prosecuted him is furious and hell-bent to find a way to put him back in jail, but the FBI investigator who spent two years on the case suspects the man is not the BoneMan, and what her gut is telling her is right.

    Meanwhile in Iraq, naval intelligence officer Captain Ryan Evans gets captured by insurgents led by a man named Khalid who straps the captain to a chair and posts pictures of Khalid’s dead children in war rubble, referred to as collateral damage. Khalid seems to know more about Captain Evans’ family than he rightfully should and keeps posing the question, “What would the captain do if the children in the picture belonged to him?”

    Trained to analyze and compartmentalize, the methodical Captain Evans does all he can to maintain control, to speak reasonably, anything to find an advantage. But Khalid decides to torture the captain in an unspeakable way, and when the captain is finally able to escape, there are seven dead young people in the room with him. Next time we see him, he is in the hospital receiving psychiatric treatment and preparing for release to go home to try to recover.

    It’s too late to find relief from his family. Back in the BoneMan’s territory his wife is smitten with the arrogant DA and wants a divorce, and his modeling 16 year old adopted daughter has written him off as having abandoned her for his military career. He is completely shattered as a person, changed in ways few can understand.

    The first part of this novel is distinctly broken into two separate accounts, that of Captain Evans in Iraq and that of his hometown where the BoneMan anguish is exploding again with the release of a man everyone thought was the serial killer. We know these two stories will eventually intersect, but at first it’s like reading two separate novels at the same time, and I found it a bit distracting.

    There were moments in this novel where I felt I was being given Ted’s opinions regarding war in general, the relationship of average people to sick killers, and how horrendous situations produce the best and the worst in individuals, which, while true, in this story came to an extreme conclusion. Christian authors are often accused of writing preachy literature when areas of the gospel are presented within a story. I don’t know if it was the author’s intent in BoneMan’s Daughters, but there seemed to be a few morality or rather immorality messages here about each of the aforementioned points, and for me it came off as a bit preachy—like the story exemplifies how a broken individual is capable of committing the same scenarios as an individual who has chosen to embrace evil, and how the extremes of war might negate the necessity for the fight for freedom.

    Probably the main difficulty I had with the story is that the only characters I truly liked were the FBI agent Ricki and probably Father Hortense. With the exception of the priest/licensed psychiatrist, Father Hortense, assigned to Captain Evans’ follow up care, these are all godless characters with an antagonist who prefers to be called Satan over his given name or the BoneMan nickname. The rather limited attempt to interject God and prayer into the mix felt forced, and as a result misleading. There was no reliance whatsoever upon God’s help other than a few lame prayers.

    Captain Evans seems aloof and distant by description and conduct. His soon-to-be ex-wife is narcissistic and without character. His 16 year old daughter feels completely abandoned by her military father and alienated from her mother but has to this point allowed her mother’s dream for her to override any she might have of her own which produces a fatalistic philosopher in the girl and one who seems stronger than she should be. BoneMan is a bona fide sicko, the typical abused-by-his-mother weirdo with totally creepy quirks and methods for stalking and killing.

    The high point for me was the twist near the end. I didn’t see it coming, and it was perfect. The cover is excellent, alluding to the isolation of the crimes and of the featured individuals in the story.

    I’m afraid the low points overcame the high points for me this time. The incriminations against the captain, although logical from the law’s point of view, were prolonged and annoying. The depths to which the captain fell were painful to read, both stunning and confusing at times which I realize was the intent, but in the end the reactions to his experiences didn’t evoke real sympathy from me, and the concluding scene symbolized nothing but complete character failure to me. A couple of the murders toward the end seemed like (forgive the pun here) overkill and slightly out of sync with the established character of the antagonist.

    I’ve enjoyed Ted Dekker’s writing in both Adam and Kiss because it’s unobtrusive, clear-cut, and imaginative. I appreciate his ability to build tension, even fear, as a story progresses. His villains are depraved individuals, some more sympathetic than others, and his protagonists bear wounds and scars and demonstrate personal failings. In this novel I couldn’t be sure what his intentions were, and I didn’t care for his deductions represented by some of his characters’ thoughts and actions. And, as I mentioned earlier, God just seemed to be shoved into the evil mess almost as an aside and certainly not represented with the care and dedication given to Satan and his representation in this story, leaving a false and incomplete picture of who God is.

    Please don’t take this in the wrong way, but for those readers who don’t care about looking beneath the surface for any possible author agendas or themes and who enjoy the terror of stories about wicked people perpetrating heinous crimes while being pursued, BoneMan’s Daughters is the novel for you.

    To be completely fair to Ted, you can read his thoughts and assessments of the story and its potential readers here: http://www.teddekker.com/2009/03/19/why-we-fear-violence/. While I can understand his aim, I’m just not sure he hit the bulls-eye.

    Father, thank you for the talents and gifts you’ve given in abundance, for the imaginations of your people, and their intents to serve you. Please continue to bless Ted Dekker as he aims to serve you with his writing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.