Rage Rising: How Do I Tell This?

Post-it Heaven

You all have stories you could tell.

Your spouse gets laid off. A child becomes very sick. Someone has to have surgery. A hurricane hits hard.

If you sat down to start the process of journaling or writing your story, where would you start?

I know. Overwhelming.

Most life stories span years. Mine do.

I asked God, “How do I tell this?”

His words, “Start at the beginning. Tell your story.”

Ugh. From the beginning to now, covers ten or more journals, full of daily rantings and puke-it-out-entries. Pages and pages. And pages.

I gathered them all–tricky since we just moved and stashed anything we didn’t immediately need in a storage building. Boxes and boxes of … yeah. Of stuff we don’t need. (That’s another chapter! Or another book!)

I began to go back and figure out what years I needed and gathered them in, along with a stack of post-its. If you have ever journaled and gone back to read those scribblings, you know that sometimes your “I’m gonna get this done today” voice is slowed or stopped altogether. You land on an entry that is so profound … or painful that you read it over and over, the memory washing over you.

One such entry is from January 2001 about a dream I had. Without telling you the whole thing, at the end of the dream I was caught up in grief so deep that I was sobbing, apparently for my daughter. When I woke, I could still hear the sobs. I asked the Lord what it meant. He said, “She won’t die, but she has to go through it and learn to move on.” I had written the Bible verse, “I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me.” Phil. 4:13.

Easy to say then. Before.

In September 2002, a year and a half later, my daughter, Jenn, got very sick.

Prophetic? Maybe.

I hadn’t read that entry from back then. Sometimes I go back and read a journal but I hadn’t gone back to this one.

Until now.

Thanks Tosca!

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Ask and you shall receive!

But it took me two weeks to drum up the nerve to ask her. I’m so glad I did.

I tried to talk myself out of it. She is so busy with being a newlywed, new mom, new book out, new …

But I did ask her.

This is what she sent: “A curmudgeonly ex-con senior citizen, a little girl named Bea, and her addict mother. An unlikely trio crosses paths on the road to redemption from their pasts in small town Nebraska–with a little help from above. With true-to-life grit and characters you love to love (and some you love to hate), RELEASED is a fresh slice of hope in a world of injured souls.”

Thank you Tosca!

Real Beginnings

Recently, I was asked to participate in an author panel at a local library. Me. I could get nervous if I let myself, but what really hits me is: I am an author if I have been invited to be on an author panel!

Since that call, I have been thinking about what I will talk about (and what I will not talk about! Lol!). Like … how did I start writing?

I have journaled for many years, through many spiral notebooks, hardbound sketchbooks (I draw/doodle in them too), and moleskins I keep in my purse.

But I remember well the day I actually wrote my first fiction.

Let me set it up for you.

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Not Giving Up — Gittin’ Back In The Saddle

I don’t do New Year resolutions, but I love getting my journal out and rehashing where I’m at with God, life, writing, relationships, art, etc. January 3rd was a good entry for that, knowing that this year, 2015, I will e-publish several books and short stories.

I have been writing for ten years or more. Journaling for more years than I can remember. How many short stories and books can a person have lying around on their hard drive without getting them out there? Not that all are publish-ready, but many are.

I can hear your thoughts right now. “Are ya scared?”

Yup! Shakin’-in-ma-boots-scared!

Those stories are my babies and what if you don’t like them? What if you make fun of them? What if … you don’t read them once I get the guts to publish them?

Well, Reader Person, Sir/Ma’am, I am going to publish. This year.

I don’t know what that looks like. I don’t even know how to do it. Yet.

But.

I am going to do it.

It’s time to step up to the plate … or get my feet wet. Orrrr … git off the pot! (Some strange cowboy influence today).

I’m inspired, excited and ready for the challenge! Stickin’ ma neck out.

Hold me accountable.

Or we can hold each other accountable.

A challenge for you. Have you gotten back in the saddle after quitting? After falling? After … failing? Please leave a comment below. I’d love to hear your stories!

© 2015, Bonnie Lacy

Bargaining with NaNoWriMo

It’s November. NaNoWriMo month. That’s National Novel Writing Month. It’s where … maybe go to their site. They explain it better. You write a book in a month. For those that do that 12 times a year, it’s okay. For the rest of us?

I’m days behind, but I’ll catch up. Year before last, I discovered I could write 6,000 words in one day. So … let’s see. 50,000 total words divided by 6,000 words a day equals (drum … no percussion section? Okay … flutes … flute) 8.333333333 days.

It’s November 12, so I could finish this in 5.83333333 days. That leaves the last week and a half of the month to get ready for Thanksgiving!

That works.

I’ll let you know how it really works out!