I had a busy week last week. I had a column due. I had a bunch of blog posts backed up. I had 4000 book plates I had to finish signing. I was working on another book proposal. In short, I was feeling overwhelmed at all the writing-related projects I had to do.
But then I suddenly stopped and realized something astounding. I was living my dream!
I mean this quite seriously. Friends who have known me for a long time (and as my husband can attest!) know I've spent literally decades being a frustrated wanna-be writer. A writer writes. It doesn't matter whether her stuff gets published or not, she writes. She can't stop. It's like a fire burning within and can't be quenched until pen meets paper (or fingers hit keyboard). But to go year after year after year getting nothing but rejection letters can be discouraging.
And believe me, I've got stacks of rejection letters that could literally wallpaper our bathroom. (Hmmm. Make note, new decorating concept.)
I've tried my hand at any number of different genres over the years, and socio-political commentary is the last thing that would have crossed my mind. Certainly I'd never written it before and I sorta just segued into it with WorldNetDaily. Why WND decided to take a chance on an unknown housewife from somewhere deep in the boondocks, I'll never know... but I'm grateful beyond words. I have no doubt in my mind it was a God-thing -- literally an opportunity that was heaven-sent -- and I've tried to remember that even when things get overwhelming.
And of course, a writer isn't much good without readers. That gratitude extends to ALL of you reading this. Even snarks are (mostly) welcome because, after all, it means someone is reading what I wrote.
Sometimes, especially when we're busy or stressed, it's easy to forget our many blessings. We take profoundly important things for granted -- our faith, the love for our spouse, our health, our income, our homes... the list is endless. Once in awhile it's a good thing to stop and count our blessings.
So at that overwhelming moment last week, I paused and thanked the good Lord above for granting me one of my deepest and most fervent wishes: to be a writer.