I took a few months hiatus from writing, and I felt incredibly guilty for it. It was shortly after I felt like the Father had really spoken this writing thing over me … and then I went dry. I had nothing to give my characters. If I opened the file on my computer, I just stared at it. There was too much else going on in my life, I just didn’t have the creativity I needed, so I didn’t force it.
Now the faucet has been flowing again, and I am continuously amazed at the ebbing and flowing going on in the story and how it all makes sense even before I write the words. This really is a drug that I can’t get enough of. My poor house has been neglected, my children are in need of attention, but I can’t step away from Erica Stanfield and her insane need for healing and breakthrough.
The Lord is totally speaking to me through her struggle as well, and revealing things about Himself that are amazing. I never thought about Him using fiction to really do anything other than entertain us, but it’s just like music — it taps into our heart.
Speaking of music, I was feeling guilty about the fact that I haven’t been writing music lately, but then I remembered that He called me to write. Not just music, not just books, but whatever He puts in my heart to write. Right now, I have a heart for Erica and her struggle, so … that’s what I’m going to write.
I love this hobby, and I truly hope someday I can call it my job.