I started off this year with this idea for my second fiction novel.
I had been setting goals and deadlines for myself, as all good writers do.
I plotted and tied.
Then I wrote.
Then researched.
I got to the end of the first four chapters and just couldn’t go any further.
Something just wasn’t working. Something was missing.
Seemed like the more I tried to tie things and figure out what the meaning of the story was an plot, the more I couldn’t.
I had another story on my heart for awhile, but didn’t really work on it. A story that is very near and dear to my heart.
The story of how I been came a mother after having miscarried more than 3 times and going through a very difficult pregnancy with my son who is now 4 years old.
I was hesitant because although the birth of my son was very emotional and I still cry about it. But it’s how God revealed things in this journey I feel I should share with other women.
Although it has taken roughly 8 months to listen and respond to what God has put on my heart, I am actually acting upon it now. (Stubborn, I know)
I only have a few pages written right now, but I hope to publish it next Spring.
Sometimes we have to shift gears I guess.
Until next time….