“Okay you
abcs keep the noise down. I’m trying to write my blog post for our InScribe
blog.” Oops, sorry reader friends, I was using my inside voice talking to the
words in my head who are eager to get out. The little rascals can get a bit
over rambunctious.
The
writing prompt for this month asks writers to “Tell us about your first book.”
My first book hasn’t been published yet. I guess I could end this post right
there but readers may want to know more. Well, ok, since you asked I’ll say
more.
Like
I said my first book hasn’t been published yet. Did you catch it? I used the
word “yet” at the end of the previous sentence. It is indeed a hope to have my
first book published as a sole author. Did you notice my tricky use of wording
in that last sentence? Okay, I’ll explain.
I
had the honour of having four stories published last year in a book I
co-authored called Good Grief People (Angel Hope Publishing). I mean it was an
amazing experience to have wordy babies of mine sent into the world. It has
motivated me even more to persevere in having a book, short stories and
articles published.
When
I was a healthcare chaplain I remember sitting by the bedside of an elderly
woman. During a visit she told me about her life (I’ve heard a lot of life
stories from people) including her love of writing. When she informed me she
was a writer I became even more excited about her story. In a matter of fact
way she said, “I used to love to write but now the words in my head are all
muddled. I can’t put them together anymore.”
After
hearing those sobering words I realized I must keep on writing. My calling to
write is sweet and I love it as much as breathing. My dear writing friends I
hope you agree with me. Perhaps you say with me, “I must write!”
I
write for a particular audience. They are those who feel hard pressed by the
burdens they struggle with in life. They are those screaming at God for the
unfairness that has violated their lives. I write for those who grieve everyday
that their children have been robbed of life. I write for those trying to make
their way through the tunnel of depression. They deserve a voice to encouraging
them to know they are not alone.
Without
trying to sound melodramatic or heroic, I am one of their voices. I am
acquainted with grief over the loss of children. I know the darkness of the
tunnel. I know that God loves us even when we believe we are lost and without
hope.
Hope
without cleaning up the muck of life is what I write. That’s what my blog,
Scarred Joy, for instance, is all about. That is what the voices of the words
in my head and heart are all about. They are the stories often not heard in
this crazy world and society we are part of.
My
writing as I persevere may not be the most endearing to people. On the other
hand, I know some will resonate with such a voice. It is for those I have
mentioned that my hope to be published again will be realized.
Blog:
scarredjoy.wordpress.com
