On August 21 I wrote about waiting for fall to arrive. Well today it’s here! Of course, we’re having a streak of warm weather, highs in the mid 80s and we did turn the air conditioner back on last night so we could sleep, but nonetheless . . . Something I waited for is here–not like I imagined it with sweaters, the smell of burning leaves and pumpkins everywhere. It actually looks a lot like summer–the lawn needs mowing, the leaves are still mostly green and I’m wearing a summery dress today. But fall is here. When publication comes it may not look the way I picture it now (and my picture is really too vain to share). But I think it will come and when it does I’ll accept that it’s arrived the way God meant for it to. Whether in a blaze of russet and orange leaves or a summery, blue sky afternoon. James 1:2-4 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
So I’ve been shopping for editors–someone to read my first chapter or so and give me feedback. I’m looking for enough input to give me some ideas for how to improve the novel as a whole. I don’t want anyone to rewrite it or to give so much input that it’s a collaboration rather than my work. Just a little direction, please. So the first person I contacted was booked until MARCH 2011! I knew that I would have to wait to hear from publishing houses, but it simply didn’t occur to me that I’d have to wait for a paid editor. She was very nice and recommended several other editors. I checked out her recommendations along with those suggested by the editor at the publishing house that turned me down first and I think I may have found the right person. Here’s hoping she’ll be able to look at my first chapter in 2010. But the real help I got came when I flopped on the sofa and bemoaned all this waiting I have to do. My husband walked over and said he knew what would help. A backrub? A footrub? Did he have chocolate in his pockets? No. He eased up my t-shirt and blew a big raspberry on my belly. Several, as a matter of fact. It helped immensely. If you’re ever stressed out and worried about, well, anything, I highly recommend the belly raspberry as a sure-fire pick-me-up. […]
And so I have heard from the second editor. She really enjoyed meeting me, but my book isn’t right for her house. She wished me luck in placing it. Sigh. The second rejection surprised me by being easier than the first. I thought it would be harder. I also thought that it wouldn’t be a rejection. I’m an optimist and I hear research shows optimists live longer. Well, that’s good news. So what now? I had an invitation from a third editor. But I didn’t actually pitch my book to her. I just had a VERY nice chat with her in the hallway as I was heading back to a session after a bathroom break. I heard her speak and thought she was fantastic. We talked a little and she said that she would be happy to read anything I’d like to send to her. I thought she was probably being nice, but now I will take her at her word. But before I do I have a plan. There are some highly respected editors out there who will give me feedback on my first chpater or so for less than $100. Having had two rejections, I’m thinking this would be money well spent. I need to know if I pitched editors who weren’t good matches or if my work needs, well, work. It’s hard to be rejected. But this is in God’s hands, right? I think it is. I wrote a […]
When we first got married, I thought Jim and I were supposed to spend every waking moment together. I mean, we’d picked each other–or better yet–God had brought us together as soul mates. Why in the world would we want to be apart if we didn’t have to? Genesis 2:24 – For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh. Right? At first, it was Jim who came up with the idea of “alone time” as being one of the keys to happiness in marriage. He needed a little time to himself every now and then. And eventually I caught on. As crazy as I am about my husband, I like the occaisonal day or evening or morning or whatever all to myself. It makes our marriage better if we part ways so that we can come back together and share our seperate experiences. Time to know who WE are, so we can be united in harmony. Five times Proverbs mentions how difficult life is with a quarrelsome wife. It’s better to live on the corner of the roof or to live in the dessert than to have a quarrlesome wife. A quarrlesome wife is like constant dripping–and so is a quarrelsome husband. And what causes us to be quarrelsome? Well, constant proximity can have that effect. We all need “alone time” and what better way […]
As a long, hot summer is finally waning we’re still seeing higher than average temperatures. Small talk often turns to the weather and how we’re all eager for fall and cooler weather to really get here. But before the record-setting summer, we had a spectacularly cold and snowy winter. Somehow as we wish for cool days, we seem to forget […]
Remember wishing you could be grown up? Remember how much easier life was going to be when you could wear makeup and eat as much candy as you wanted? My niece is the one on the left. Here’s wishing her lots and lots of waiting to grow up and maybe just a smidge of knowing how fantastic it is to be a kid. Now go do something that makes you feel like a kid who can’t wait to grow up. I’m going back to my office to use as much tape as I want.
So here I am, waiting for someone to publish my book so it can reach lots of people and have an amazing impact on them and their Christian journey. I mean, that’s the point, right? Then a friend called me. He’s an older gentleman who has some ongoing health problems, but in spite of that, he’s always just a delight to talk to and spend time with. We chatted a minute and then he abruptly asked me to pray for him. He’d gotten some bad news about his condition. There’s nothing the doctor’s can do and while it isn’t immediately life-threatening, it will have an impact on his quality of life. He was home alone–his wife was out–and he was feeling down and a little discouraged. He said he called me because he knew I’d cheer him up. Well. I began trying to say wise, Godly things that would boost his spirits. Turns out I had little to say in the way of wise, Godly things. I gave up and we just talked. I think, based on the laughs we shared and the way he seemed to brighten, that I DID cheer him up. Or rather, I let God cheer him up through me. Maybe I’ll have a book published that will touch hearts and change lives. Maybe I won’t. But in the meantime, God can use me every day. What an incredible honor.