Don’t you wish God would just pick up the telephone and tell you what to do? We wouldn’t have to go through the grueling process of trying to hear his Voice. When I’m trying to decide what novel to pitch for my next project, it would be nice to hear the God-phone ring: “Hello, Mesu. I’d like you to write this …
ELEMENTS OF A GREAT GOOD-BYE
This devotional is about saying good-bye. Uncle Bouzer (brown rotti-pitbull) usually gets the fireplace all to himself, but two nights before Gussy (my grand-dog) moved to Salt Lake, Bouzy decided to share with his little buddy. Good-byes are hard on everybody, and I think the dogs sensed change in the air and needed a little comfort.
KEEP MOVING
It happened again yesterday. Someone asked me that hard-to-answer question that defies explanation: “How do you write to a deadline when your chronic illnesses flare up?” My standard answer has become, “I just keep writing.” But there’s so much more to it than that.
JUST SAY NO
There can be a hundred reasons for rejection. As an author, I’ve dealt with rejection for years—and still do. But rejection isn’t reserved for authors. Perhaps a friend of yours has been too busy to have coffee…the last four times you’ve asked. Maybe your husband isn’t home for supper…again. Or we could talk about every parent’s rejection nightmare—teenagers. Oy-vay!
PAUL—GOING VIRAL
Are you familiar with the phrase going viral? I’m not talking about the swine flu or some other icky illness. Going viral is a techy-generation term referring to social network marketing on sites like Facebook, Twitter, etc. But going viral can also include word-of-mouth publicity—describing any product or concept that is taking our society by storm.
COLD-HEARTED OR SINGLE-MINDED
I’m not very sentimental. I think I used to be—I think. Seems like a million years ago. Perhaps the sheer volume of life’s activity has sucked the sentimentality out of me. I think I lost that oozy-goozey-fuzzy-wuzzy feeling when our second daughter was in elementary school. Baby books are filled out completely, but somewhere around Emily’s fourth grade year—WHAM! Oozy-goozey …
