Five lively and beautiful children crowd the living room floor, building railroads, cabins and towers with blocks and such. Our background music is tuned to the Irish Christmas station, and I’m researching the book pricing market for non-fiction. And then I have one of those distancing thoughts: is this really happening?
Seven years ago I started writing regularly for my blog, Moments of Peace. In part, I wanted to have a consistent outlet for my work, but I needed a place to be creative and process what it was to be a mother of young children–to feel something beyond the confines of diapers and sleepless nights. My other hobby wasn’t practical at the time–oil painting–so I went to my roots and my professional background. I started writing again.
Even as a young child, I desired to become an author. I illustrated my first book around the age of 8; the story involved a rabbit family who moved and the hardships of leaving what they loved. I still see the front cover, sketched out with markers on yellow poster-board paper.
During graduate school, I took courses from screenwriting to poetry, but fiction became the emphasis in my thesis work. Next year I will have marked a decade of teaching for Regent University and am so thankful for the experiences and challenge of doing something I love. My life is complete. Yet, that long-held dream lingers over my thoughts like a balloon just out of reach.
Eighteen months ago, I took a walk around our subdivision and the neighboring roads. The blistering sun dipped below eyesight, casting soft peach splashes across the clouds, and a welcome breeze cooled the asphalt. I prayed, “Lord, I want a project; something to work on. What do you want me to do? What will it be?” I walked on and listened. And then an idea started stirring my thoughts, producing a title: Navigating a Sea of Emotions.
At the time, I had no idea what would happen with it–if anything–but I was excited. I wrote the first half of the book in a couple of months, the words pouring out of my hands as fast as I could type them. The last year has been one of upheaval, doubts, insecurities, and learning. God has used multiple people in my life to spur me on, to encourage my spirit, to challenge my outlook, and to assist me with the nitty-gritty details.
I continue to pray and seek and ask that this project He started would be completed within His power as well. And Lord willing, my impractical dream of publishing a book will come to reality at the beginning of the year.
As my team and I move forward, I would appreciate your prayer support. And as the time draws closer and the manuscript gets to the final stage, I’d love to have your review feedback. I will have a special offer available for you.