The good, the bad and the called

OppositesIn two weeks and two days Daylight Savings Time ends. We get an extra hour to sleep (or write or play or read or whatever) the night of Saturday, November 3. One one hand, I’ll be glad to get up and walk Thistle an hour later when it’s lighter and I don’t have to worry about drivers seeing us. On the other hand, it will be DARK at suppertime.

And isn’t that always the way? Everything has a good side and a not-so-good side (or sometimes a just plain bad side). Chocolate cake is delicious–and sticks to my hips. My job fulfills me–and sometimes wears me out. My faith sustains me–and often challenges me. My husband is the light of my life–and drives me crazy (no more often than I do, him). Thistle is a source of joy–and evil thoughts at 2 a.m. when she goes out to do . . . nothing.

Which has got me thinking. What happens when my publishing dreams come true? When I get an agent and an editor and a publisher and–egads–readers? Good stuff. So what’s the not so good stuff?

Deadlines. Demands on my time. Readers who hate my books. Reviewers who hate my books. Working a second, full-time job (yeah, I’m not counting on fame and fortune to let me quit the current one). Keeping up with social networking because it’s part of the job, not because it’s fun. And 28 other things I haven’t thought to list. Oy.

So, should I really push to be a published author? To add a whole layer of complication to my life? I’m going with yes. God didn’t say following him would be easy, but he did say it would be worth it. And thankfully, He’s given me a sense of joy in the process (even the hard parts–like waiting).

God could send me in a new direction at any time. But for now? I’m going to write.

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