I’ve been travelling in circles lately. Both with my writing and with my life. Back and forth, deciding and praying about what the best options are for my future. I leave no stone unturned. Trust me.
But sometimes you come up against a wall. We’re talking huge wall, here. That’s when I’ve prayed God will show me an open door, an open window, anything to get me past it.
Well it isn’t happening.
I’m stuck. We’re stuck.
When I think about the amount of time I’ve invested not only in my writing but in my life and career choices, I want to crawl in a hole and give up.
Right now, I don’t know what genre I should write in, whether I should go back to articles only, clean up old work or start something new. That’s how confused I am. I’ve been averaging about two rejections a week from my queries and I can take that, but along with job rejections for both my husband and I, it tends to add up—draining a lot of emotion, energy and hope.
So as I started to say, I’m travelling in circles now—waiting on God and His wisdom and His plan because I’m about done with all my own.
So for the time being, my writing has come to a halt. Not sure if that is for a day, a week or a month but certainly until I get a clearer idea of a direction.
I know—it goes against all the rules, doesn’t it? Not writing every day. But so have my circumstances.
If I ask any question on this post it would be this: Please, will you have patience with me as I sort out my life? Thank you.