Napali Coast, Kauai, Hawaii
Almost seven years ago, I quit my “day job” as a middle school teacher to write full time. I’m well aware that it’s a blessing to be able to devote entire days to my writing endeavors when so many of my contemporaries must snatch an hour here or there between work, kids and life. Or as Monk would say, “It’s a gift…and a curse.” Because there is a down side.
There were several things I liked about teaching. Most of all, I loved connecting with my students. Call me crazy, but I enjoyed those young, hormonal teens. They were challenging and, more often than not, I left my classroom with a sense of accomplishment. I followed a well thought out plan—much like the outline of a novel. And just like the characters in my novels, my students didn’t always adhere to the course I’d created for them, which kept life interesting. And let’s not forget the paycheck. Believe it or not, teachers make more money than writers!
But teaching served its purpose for a season and writing was a call I could not ignore. So, when the opportunity arose, I quit my position. No more challenge standards and cookie-cutter curriculum. Instead, I would spend endless days sipping coffee and writing prose. And, much to my chagrin, I assumed I’d be published within a year or two. As my agent, Karen Ball, is quick to point out, “Just because God called you to write doesn’t mean He calls you to be published.” Ouch.
It’s been six plus years of studying the craft, attending writer’s conferences, taking part in critique groups and trying to explain to my non-writer acquaintances and family members what it is I do exactly. When I was a teacher, and asked what I do, my response earned respect. Now, my response is met with eyebrows quirked in confusion and the inevitable question, “Are you published?”
There are days I feel as if I’m living on a deserted island.
So, a few months ago, when my self-employed husband asked me to step in and partner with him through the reorganization of his chiropractic practice, I gladly accepted. To be a part of something that has instant feedback and measurable results was too good to pass up, neither of which I receive as a writer. I was thrilled to connect with his staff members (to converse with real people) and take on the bookkeeping responsibility. After all, my proposals had been sent out and we were nearing the holidays—a slow (or should I say slower) time for the publishing industry.
But as I filled my days with the busyness of this temporary position, I felt the characters for my next novel calling to me. They have names and personalities, conflicts and obstacles that only I can resolve for them, and I’ve left them floundering on their own for far too long. The writing process has taught me much (such as patience and perseverance), but there’s still so much to be done. Because even if acquaintances and family members don’t quite get me, my characters do. My husband does. My agent does. And most important of all, my God does.
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I get it and I am still waiting to start reading your books. I know it is a hard process to go through, but you will get through it. Maybe being temporarily employed will start the juices for the 4th book. Just don’t stop.
Just heard a teaching on one simple statement Jesus made. He said to the disciples, “let us cross over to the other side”…then the storm, then the guys got antsy, nerves and wondering if they would make it to the other side. All we need to remember is Jesus said, “let us cross over to the other side”…the interim is just the interim. Of course, you will be published. The Lord has called you to be an author. keep sailing, sweetie pie, the ‘other side’ is just ahead.