Dear God,
Sometimes, you’re really frustrating.
I want to write Christian fiction. You know that. And you even provided some positive feedback on a novel I wrote. A chapter was published in an online literary magazine, and I placed in two contests, one for some serious money, with another version.
And in the meantime, I kept saying, “Yeah, yeah, yeah” to an editor’s nudgings about coauthoring a book to answer the questions of returning Catholics. After all, I was away for more than thirty years, and managed to find the answers I needed by talking to people, reading books, and going online. Doesn’t everyone do that? And hadn’t I satisfied you by coauthoring a book on parish programs for returnees?
It was a bit of a disappointment when an agent initially said my novel proposal was “well done,” then, after showing it to a colleague, said he couldn’t get excited about it and that I should take it to a Catholic publisher. Never mind that he knows, I know, and he knows I know that there’s not much of a Catholic fiction market for today’s writers.
The editor e-mailed again on that returning Catholics book. It turned out my coauthor for the first book wasn’t going to be available, so I pushed off working on the followup.
It was a bit of a disappointment this year when in my day job life, I applied for two promotions outside my agency, jobs that would have likely affected my work-life balance pretty significantly, and was found “qualified,” but didn’t get to the interview stage on either.
I wrote a few thousand words on the returning Catholics FAQ book, but it was hard! It required real research and citations. I wished that I would have kept notes when I did this for myself back in 2005.
“But I don’t know if I want to be a Catholic writer,” I’d say to friends, sometimes shortly after finishing devotions for a large Catholic publication or for a blog to which I’m a contributor. “I think I’m called to be a Christian fiction writer.”
I started a second Christian novel, one that wouldn’t be as controversial or risky as the first. I worked to build up my “platform,” aka contacts and marketing reach–including a Webinar earlier this month with my coauthor of the parish programs for returning Catholics book.
The day after the Webinar, the editor e-mailed again. We need that book, he said; we need it soon.
Finally, I said yes, and buckled down to finish it in two weeks. Two thousand words a day should do it, I thought.
Except that less than a week after I said yes, you sent the Holy Spirit and kept me up the better part of a night, making notes about questions and stories and sidebars and pullouts. And after that, you made this some of the easiest writing I’ve ever done.
Like I said, you can be really frustrating. Almost as frustrating as I must be when I ask for signs and you send them and I ignore them.
Thanks for your infinite patience.
Love, Mel
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It would be so much easier if He’d just tell me what He wants. Or am I just not listening?
I’ve often said that God always answers our prayers but not always the ones we think he will answer and sometimes the ones we don’t think to pray. Sometimes you just have to sit back and say “OK.” It’s not easy, is it?