I’ve been thinking about blogging for some time, but I’ve tended to think that anything I might write in a daily blog would be . . . well, boring.
I was once on a panel at a writer’s conference where we were all asked about our writing schedules. I said I pretty much spend the entire day at my desk, so later in the session one college girl raised her hand. “I’d like to know how so-and-so and so-and-so integrate their lives with their writing,” she said. “It’s obvious Ms. Hunt has no life.”
I laughed. No life? Mine feels full enough, thank you very much. Sometimes I think it’s too full–it frequently spills into the pages of my books. Lately I’ve been mining the very marrow of my soul for stories because certain struggles were all I could think about, so how could I not write about them? I keep thinking God has led me through some shadowy valleys for this purpose–so I could write about these time, and in the reading, someone else will know they are not alone, that there is a purpose. A reason behind it all.
And so I write.
I’m not sure how often I’ll be posting here. I do plan to post a daily listing when I begin my next novel, but at this moment I am contract-less and in between projects. An odd place to be, but I’m enjoying it all the same. Good time for new ideas to spring up.
And so I leave you . . . and I’ll be back, Lord willing. Until then, go in the Father’s peace.