As a writer, we get to a point in our journey where we need to take the next step. Maybe it’s entering a major contest, maybe it's attending a writers’ group or maybe it's joining a critique group.
But there is always another new step.
My next step is teaching at the writer’s conference in Spokane this next Saturday. On Friday, after a week of activity, I board a plane and fly to the west side of the country where I will be staying with an awesome blogger friend and the director of the conference—Jan Cline.
In a previous post, I mentioned how a few years ago, I turned down a similar speaking opportunity. I was too afraid. Too worried about not being good enough. Too worried about fainting or dying in front of a room full of people.
Amazingly, I don’t have that same intensity of fear today. Yeah, I’m nervous that I will bore everyone or that my voice will disappear, or I’ll get a migraine or I’ll blank out. I have fears like anyone trying a new experience.
But I also have this undeniable assurance that this is God’s plan and not mine.
If it was mine, I’d be staying home in my comfortable routine, still dreaming about possibilities.
Dreaming--not doing.
What have you been dreaming about but the doing is coming harder?
PS--I would appreciate prayers for this conference and that all the writers attending would be blessed beyond measure!
