How is it that I can spend years (no joke) hammering at a novel and yet when it comes time to explain what I have written in a short synopsis,it makes me hyperventilate?
After struggling with all of the required details of the proposal I finally had to say “enough is enough”. There is no way I want to spend three months trying to get it right, sometimes you just have to step out in faith and let it go.
So, I did just that.
And the rest of the day I obsessed and double checked the email I sent. And now this morning I feel like I might be suffering a type of post traumatic syndrome. Of course I am over dramatizing, but it is a similar response to a stressful situation.
I also realized after looking at the stack of books I acquired at the Mt. Hermon’s Christian Writers Conference, that my book addiction is out of control, again. I know you are wondering what I got, so I won’t hold you in suspense… the truth is a few of these I picked up since I have been back home…did I mention.. I might have a bit of an addiction, but hey it’s not my fault there are so many great writers that I must read.
..You would think with so many great choices I would not have a problem figuring out what to read next. But, have you ever went to the grocery store and bought a lot of groceries, come home and put them all away, and then you can’t figure out what to eat….? That is how I feel~Maybe there is a thing as too many choices.
My friend came to visit me and when she saw my bookcases, she said “Doesn’t it stress you out to see all those unread books?” I said “I would be more stressed if I didn’t have them because I wouldn’t have anything to read.”
The truth is I grew up in a book-less house and that really is one of the greatest forms of poverty.
The only poverty greater than that is a body without Christ~