Peek

I took a tiny peek today at the letter I sent to a Publishing house about my first Romance book - yes - just as I thought - 4 months today. Hmmmm...

So I took another peek - this time in my newest Christian Writer's Market by faithful Sally Stewart. I found the listing and ran my finger down the paragraphs. Three to Six months.

So should I breathe better now because I have yet to get my rejection letter? Or should I hope that maybe they might like what I wrote - or maybe they are so overburdened they haven't even gotten that far yet - mine lays squashed between a zillion other hopeful romantics...praying their story will stick out.

I took another peek...this time at my first chapter. Always cynical, I squirmed at a few word choices. How did I ever think that phrase expressed what I wanted it to? Was I on chocolate that day or what???

So I put my peeks back and LOOKED at my devotion today. Ye have not because ye haven't asked... (my version) and I tell myself to wait...be patient and know that somewhere there is a market for your book - even if it is in your bottom desk drawer. Then I moved on to my next book that happily sits halfway done!

Plodding On

Being a writer requires self discipline. The phone rings - the TV calls - the laundry groans as I walk past. But IF I discipline myself and write when I should and send out submissions like I need to - sonetimes it pays off with hope. Hope that I am doing what the Lord would want me to do.
I received an email only yesterday saying they had accepted a submission for a Sunday School paper I had sent out months ago. I was happy my story Room 202 would be read by more than me and perhaps would minister and encourage someone to share their faith in the workplace.

An update arrived about Secure the Fort(And Remain Under God) A Military Mother's Message to America. The book is due out in print this June. I am really blessed to have been part of the making of this nonfiction book as I know it will speak to the hearts of many. My husband and I spent a few rough year serving in the military but ultimately grew from our time in there thanks to someone who dared to pass on what they believed about Christ.

So my stomach is growling and my dust is piling up - but I know I need to write and submit today ...

In My Hands

Chicken Soup for the Beach Lover's Soul has finally arrived at my house - in my hands. Okay - I admit - I drooled when I saw my story and how well they laid it out - cartoon and all. It was my dream to have a story published in one. Now it's time to move on - I'm working on a few stories for several anthologies.
My book? I took a two week break when I was visiting Pa and hope to resume work on it next Monday. For now I am reading some fiction - my pile of books is growing but Karen Kingsbury books always get first dibs. Cried my way through one today. Oh to write with feeling like she does - a master.