I was shocked when I read the e-mail. I read it again just to be sure. Then I printed it off and read it to my husband. "Yes, that's what it says." He nodded and turned back to his golf channel.
Someone found me.
Someone out there in the land of Blogs and Twitter and whatever else there is figured out what kind of writer I want to be. One who encourages others.
That someone was a card company. Last week, the editor from a company I knew well, emailed me and asked if I would consider trying my hand at writing cards--to encourage others.
"I don't know how to write cards," I said to my husband, who still sat glued to the set and the last put.
"Give it a shot."
"But cards are short. General. I'm trying to write fiction--where I have to flesh out everything."
I knew I was whining but it came from fear. Fear of blowing a chance to reach others. Fear of thinking I might fail. Fear that I might find out I can't write 200 words and have it make sense.
"What's the worse that can happen?" he said as I studied the email again.
He was right. Again. What's the worse that can happen?
So that's what I'm doing. I'm giving it a shot like I plan to do with every new opportunity that comes my way.
Not because I think I can write a card, but because God might think I can. And that's who I hope to please anyway, isn't it?
Are you making the most of all your opportunities today?