Write A While Wednesdays: A Page from My Diary

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Last week I started Write a While Wednesdays with the hopes that some of you would join me in setting aside just 15 minutes every Wednesday to write. No pressure. Just write whatever is on your mind. Honestly, it seemed like a catchy way to get more followers (gasp! we’re not supposed to admit that, are we?). Today is Wednesday and I found myself relieved to sit and write without a prompt or pressure. What came out of me is more a page out of my diary. You’ve been warned. Proceed at your own risk. 

This self-promotion part of being an author is a drag. Too bad it can’t be as simple as I write. They read. The end. I guess in the end is it that simple, but between the I write. and They read. is I tweet, post, hustle, guest post, critique, be witty, retweet, read and comment, check stats, network, network, network, research, research, research. 

Geez. No one tells you that when you set out to be a published writer. What’s scary is that I have years of experience in marketing, not formally trained, mind you, but it’s not my first rodeo. I get how things work. You know what I really need? I need all of the other “currently seeking representation” unpublished authors of Christian Romance to get out of the way. I need at least six months off from my full-time day job to get things really moving. Because, let’s face it, this is another full-time gig.

So, let’s remind ourselves why in the great awesome world I’m doing this. Why I’m putting myself through the anxiety of fitting in time to write, rewrite, and create a platform for myself as Teresa Tysinger, Author when I can’t even find time to go to the gym more than 2 times a week, remember to get more peanut butter at the store, and leave myself more than one day to buy the husband’s birthday gift.

Because I have to. Because it’s what I’m created to do. Because God decided way back in the planning stages of mankind that he needed me. There’s a story of redemption. Grace makes my heart skip a beat because I can’t believe it’s been given to me. Broken, gnarly around the edges, insecure even though I believe through and through that God sees my perfection. I want others, through my writing, to see themselves in the brokenness of my characters — then imagine themselves as worthy of the same redemption and grace given to them.

Mercy, the days are short. But I have to believe that this passion inside me will override the weariness. The possibility that one person who, somewhere on this planet, needs a little nudge of God’s grace might find a tiny glimpse of that in my writing. A beloved pastor and friend once preached about salvation being like getting someone from a 1 to a 10. And we all have a place to play in getting a person from 1 to 2 to 3 to 4…and eventually to 10, at which point they accept Christ as their savior and welcome in that grace to wash over them and change them forever. If any of my writing can help get someone just one tick closer, then it is more than worth it. It’s everything.

So, I’m gonna stop this bellyaching. Yes it’s hard. But shouldn’t it be? If it wasn’t hard everyone would do it. I’m created to do this. I’m made strong enough to withstand the demands of my calling.

Whew!

Won’t you join me in writing for just 15 minutes today? If you do, use #WriteAWhileWednesdays and/or leave a comment below with a link or tell me what you’re writing about in your part of the world.

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