I sometimes wonder what people think when they find out I write. Do they envision days of leisure, lounging in my jammies, my slippered feet up as imagined stories dance through my head?
Well, my days are seldom leisurely, and I never, ever spend them in my jammies. I do often put my slippered feet up because my favorite writing-chair includes an ottoman on which my feet rest while my laptop resides in my lap. But the stories in my head rarely dance; instead, they are wrested into formation, word by painstaking word.
Writing for me is an all-consuming activity—mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and sometimes physically. Many days find me wondering why I’m doing what I’m doing. Besides mothering, writing is the hardest work I’ve ever done. Nothing has prompted greater doubts and frustration. Happily, writing (like mothering) has also brought me some of my greatest joys and satisfaction.
A loved-one once told me my writing is the cutting edge of my faith. It’s true. Much of what I learn about God is through what I write—not just in the stories I craft, but what He teaches me in the crafting of them. Because of the soul-sanctifying work God has rendered via my pen, I’m a different person now than the novice who once dreamed of becoming a novelist.
So—I must write. There’s something inside me that won’t allow me to quit. I’ve heard that your calling is that which you cannot not do. I’ve learned the hard way that writing is my calling.
And what do I write? Magazine articles, book recommendations, and most of all, novels, because I love fiction as a vehicle for truth. My specialty is women’s fiction that includes layers of emotional tension—because without conflict, story doesn’t exist. I aim to create captivating settings and characters who wrestle with real-life issues: family relationships…matters of faith…social justice…romance.
I’ve been told my stories are edgy, and if that’s so, I’m pleased. Because life is edgy. Unpredictable. I want my stories to mirror real life. But in that respect, I hope readers will also find beauty. Because that’s what I believe in most of all. The beauty of our world, and the goodness of the God who loves us.
Why do I write? Because it allows me to be a voice for the voiceless, and to encourage women to make a world of difference. I write to celebrate all that is beautiful amidst the broken.
“Story is the language of the heart.” ~ John Eldredge