I started this blog more than two years ago, in 2016. At the time I felt like I had nothing to say. I had worked for my local church full time wearing a few hats, one of the main ones was mission’s coordinator. I had the amazing opportunity to travel the world with teams, but most of all I was a part of starting a children’s home in Guatemala. Then I became a mom. And my adventure looked a bit different. Wonderful, rewarding, but quite different.
When my husband and I started a family (our first born is five) I left my position to stay home with our son. I’m thrilled with that decision, though I do still very much miss missions work.
I stopped writing around that time. I felt like as a mom I had nothing to say. It didn’t help, of course that it was a low time for me, as many new moms experience after having a baby.
It wasn’t until our second son was about a year (he’s three now), that I really felt the direction from the Lord to write again.
Some background: I began writing in 2007 with my first contemporary fiction manuscript and my first blog site. My manuscript finally received those infamous words – THE END – in 2011. The same summer I said “I do” to my handsome man in uniform. Actually, he wore a tuxedo, not his uniform, but you get the expression.
In 2016, when I began writing again (and started this blog), I wrote a series of posts about the Proverbs 31 woman. I spent about a year diving into that chapter. I eventually edited and revised the devotionals and sent them into a contest as a devotional book. I took the posts down from my blog, which is why you won’t find them here. That’s what I get for reverting to drafts… all but two or three of them sailed away in internet space somewhere. Eventually I might put the e-book up on this blog for download. We shall see.
Anyway, when I didn’t get the response I had hoped for from the contest (I hoped to at least make the short list) I still felt accomplished. I realized that, yes I am a mom, yes I am busy, but if I could write 50-60 posts that year then I can write a book. Even in this season of my life.
And all the mom writers said ‘amen’.
Fast forward to 2018. In January of this year I was seeking the Lord, I had heard a word about writers, and I was asking Him this: what do You want me to write? Is it fiction, is it non fiction, is it a blog or is it something else… and then there’s about a thousand different ways you can go with any of the above. So there I was, driving to Costco on a cold January day (seriously, I don’t remember how cold it was, but it was January… so it was cold, this is Canada), and I got this whole download for the book I am now writing.
And what is it I am writing?
I’m so glad you asked!
I am writing a Historical Fiction novel based in 1919, just after the Great War (or as you Americans call it, World War I).
This has been a work in progress for the past eight months. Then I found about this amazing thing called American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW). I had never heard about it, but I was ecstatic to find out that for just $80 ish Canadian they would let their northern friend become a member… and they had a conference! (PS – the $80 has been worth every penny.)
You don’t understand. I have been looking for the right writers conference for years. I have been writing for eleven years. I couldn’t be more excited!
And this one? For Fiction writers. Christian Fiction Writers. AND it’s in Nashville. I happen to have a sister who lives near Nashville. Which really takes a bit of the intimidation out of it. I mean, I know Nashville. Yay!
For any of you Christian Fiction writers, I highly recommend becoming a member if you haven’t done so. I have learned so much, I’ve even made acquaintances and friends that I truly am looking forward to meeting next month. ACFW is amazing at connecting, preparing, teaching, equipping… I’m saying all this and I haven’t even been to the conference yet. Keep those invaluable emails coming ACFW, because I am reading as many of them as I possibly can.
I look forward to sharing more about what I hope to be my debut novel in the future, but that’s all for now. Just know that I am loving the research, loving the writing, even enjoying the editing. I always thought that writing a historical would be so much work. And it is. But it’s not so bad when you love your work.