When writer’s block hits, it’s best to write a story about it.

I was blessed this summer with the opportunity to completely pursue writing. I decided not to look for a job and instead fling myself head first into working on some story projects. I wanted to learn about the publishing business and just take a season to dream about what it might look like to pursue being an author. Wow. That sounds kind of lofty, even when I read it.

Three months of free time, what more could a writer dream of?

Except that for a month and a half, trying to write was like walking through tar and I couldn’t figure out why. I love to write, why was I so unmotivated?

For some unknown reason I became rather obsessed with flowers and gardens this summer. I’ve had the privilege of living and visiting amazing gardens throughout my life, but never thought much of them. They were pretty and all, but they weren’t the intoxicating presence they have since become in the the last month or so. I thought maybe I was pinning for England again and this was just the latest tell-tale sign. So, during times when I surely should have been writing, I’ve instead been researching and plotting how to start my own little British garden beside our house. With many hours in the blazing sun and a pretty penny’s worth of new flowers, I did it. I planted a flower garden. It’s not opulent, but it’s delightfully quaint.

And after much sweat and effort, I stood back and admired my little garden. But I felt supremely guilty that I’d found yet another hobby to distract me from the task at hand: becoming an author.

It’s in the midst of this that God and I hashed it out…into a little story.

Enjoy. The Spade and the Pen.

New Scribing

Check out my short story The Exhibit.

I wrote this over a year ago to enter a literary contest hosted by Bethel Church, Redding, CA, in conjunction with their spring writing conference. It truly was a wonderful journey, a reawakening of sorts. I had been dabbling with desires to write after a great hiatus of creative writing. It was something I always loved as a kid, but kind of lost sight of over the years.

Long story short, I had a desire to visit Bethel, and a desire to write. I had kind of christened my year “the year of discovering more about the kingdom of God”, and when I saw that the theme of the contest was in fact, “the kingdom”, I knew I was to write something. After chaperoning an elementary school field trip, the idea for The Exhibit kind of began to brew. It really was a great experience of learning how to write with the Holy Spirit, to wait on God for ideas and images, and simply write what He showed me. It began what has become a great journey of co-laboring with the Lord through the vehicle of writing. I pray it blesses you!

Chasing dreams

Reality of the life of a writer. I’m not reallly sure how to do this. Trying not to rely on my own wisdom or understanding.

The funny thing about a dream. You can attempt to live it, and feel at times rather delusional, or you can let the dreams pass and fade and always wonder if life could have held the possibilities of your imagination. I’m leaning towards delusion at the moment.

Take me again, Lord inside the wonders of your storehouse.

The possibility of a page

How long does it take to journey beyond the veil? The right melody, an accurate breeze, the slightest nuance of the sacredness of nature…a bird soaring, a mountain standing, the ironic stillness of a landscape teeming with life. One can be there in a moment.

And here we are. Settling in to write about nothing significant, in attempts to stir oneself to write about something infinitely significant.

She breathes.

It’s not about aiming for significance, really. Not even about aiming for accuracy. My greatest aspiration between mind and page is to catch authenticity…honesty. And Him. To catch just a moment with Him. That I might be changed, and for a moment feel the sweetest assurance of my homeland. My homeland…where every moment is one with Him.

Perhaps the most incredible thing is the possibility of a page. All that could unfold… the passion and adventure, the revelation and healing… A stage is set. What will find its home here I wonder? It is one of the great excitements about writing. Such is writing with the Lord. Such is spending time with my Friend. Here I am today, Lord. Pressing in. Setting aside the plans of a well intended heart, trusting you with a journey that will surely overwhelm mine. And my greatest prayer is that You will show yourself for who You really are in this place.

In truth, this will only satisfy if it’s about Him. If I make it about anything else first, I will leave unsatisfied.