Let it rain

I am old enough to know better. I should at least be old enough not to let fear get in the way of what I want to do but maybe I’m still young at heart! After launching this blog last year, I deleted every subsequent post. I was writing but I wasn’t posting–making it more of a diary than a blog.

I wrote about instances where I could feel God helping, pushing me, to write certain articles and finish this book. Then I’d decide no one wanted to read about that. There is an article, hiding safely in a saved drafts folder about how the Devil constantly tells us we are not good enough and how we listen. That piece is waiting to be pitched, somewhere!

Meanwhile, I am cleaning up the novel, today. It is storming outside. I love a good thunderstorm but it makes me want to curl up on the couch with a book, not edit mine. One of my main characters has a sister–a hippie writer who writes fantastical stories about river mermaids. So I am viewing this as a gift, an opportunity to imagine whether or not mermaids enjoy thunderstorms! I do not think they fear them. I’ll be back to let you know what I learn.