I think I was spoiled with the last 3 manuscripts that I finished. The stories burned within me, it was as though life depended on my hashing them all out on the keyboard. I started and finished them within days and was excited all the way through.
This one is totally different. It’s gritty and it’s dealing with a subject matter that I really don’t want to get close to. It’s not an easy story to tell, and in order to tell it, I have to put myself in someone else’s shoes… and they’re not nice shoes; they don’t fit very well.
I have re-written the beginning two times already, have wavered on certain details, and I’m down to just procrastinating. I want it to be realistic, I want it to be relate-able. That’s my goal with all of my books. I want YOU to feel like you could be in the story.
I hate cheese and fluff in Christian novels. God is not some far off Deity, He is there, in each of our moments, and He is speaking, whether we can hear Him or not. This is the element of my (Christian) books that is most important. It can’t seem like there is a wall separating us from Him.
Right now I feel like there is a wall separating me from continuing writing this story, and I think I know how to fix it, but just like the first one, Stones of Remembrance, it’s going to require things of my own heart. I don’t know what He wants to do in my through the creation of this book, but I’m biting my nails in anticipation.