As an aspiring writer of Christian romantic suspense (with its heart in crime fiction), I spend a lot of time alone (or I pretend to be alone as my eleven and ten year old scream, “Mom!”). I’m on my computer doing yet another draft, or dibbing and dabbing in a draft that I’m not quite satisfied with. Then I run and “network” with other writers who spend just as much time alone as I do. I’m not quite sure that’s normal???
But as there always seems to be more to learn and more to share in the craft of writing, I hustle off once again to read this Christian fiction writer’s latest blog entry and to answer my ShoutLife mail thinking perhaps some gem will be there.
Perhaps the most valuable thing is critiquing. I have a non-literary critique partner who’s been cheering me on and catching my manuscript mistakes since I started this journey, about two years ago. I don’t know what I’d ever do without him. I’ve also sent a certain chapter dealing in a particular subject to a person I though had expertise in that subject, just to see if it all rang true. These, I find are invaluable things to do.
Then, I duuno, I say to myself, “Self, hanging out with writers is fine, but I need something deeper.” And that’s when I have to get with God and often He isn’t interested in what I’m writing. Surprisingly, many times He’s very interested in what I’m writing and has something to say about it.
So, does all of this make any sense, I wonder…