fiction · Uncategorized

I Wrote a Book?

Whoever said writing was easy was a big fat liar.

Writing is difficult. It is so much more than words on a page. Writing contains emotion, creativity, and a lot of time.

Lately, the time portion of the equation has been the hardest for me to balance.

On December 30, 2015, I finished the first draft of my first novel. I began the process of editing the first draft and at this point I’m only about halfway through the edits. I had hoped that this part of the process would go much more quickly, but time for editing has been hard to come by. I’m really eager to get this book out there, but not at the expense of quality. My original plan was to have second round edits done by March 1 so I could begin the inquiry process. But, I’ve fallen short of that goal.

Each book has its own timeline. Things don’t always work according to plan. Life gets in the way.

So as I sit and adjust my timelines I covet your prayers. I pray that God would take this novel which he used me to create and work it out according to his timeline. Although my book is not a work of Christian fiction it has definitive values which point toward God and his ability to forgive and forget even the worst of us.

Many of you have expressed interest in getting involved in the writing process. For the next couple of months you can be active in my book launch by praying. Also, if you feel led to be a part of my next phase in editing by offering your skills and critiques toward this book I would love to hear from you. I am compiling a group now. Email me at if you would like to become part of this team who will receive a copy of the novel after the next phase where you will be asked to offer editing advice and/or suggestions.

I have been working on a log line of my novel for potential publishers so I’ll leave you today with a little tease:

Kurt has lived on the streets of Chicago for two decades. Michael is a successful writer who has shut everyone out. Both men are searching for value in all the wrong places until an unexpected event brings them together and they begin to understand their desire for redemption and love.

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*This photograph is from several copies ago. The first chapter looks nothing like this anymore so again, this is just a teaser! 🙂

The Ameri Brit Mom


Wishing I Was at Niagara Falls

Welcome to my very own Creative Writing Month where each day of the month I am focusing on a topic and spending fifteen minutes reflecting and writing as inspired by the topic. For more information about why and how check out my post, Writing Down the Bones.

Today’s topic: Write about one of your favorite locations giving life to lifeless objects.

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Niagara Falls

The stampede picked up momentum. Each droplet raced blindly toward the cliff. Bumping and absorbing the others around it.

“Where are we headed? Why are we moving so quickly?” Misty thought to herself as she was becoming lost in the race.

For miles she had floated comfortably, at times risking stagnation. She had wound her way through rivers and streams before dumping into Lake Ontario. Her short lived water cycle had nearly run its course. She was on her way to cross over to the next life. Things had moved rather quickly since she found herself in a small stream after a dreadful storm last week.

She remembered nothing of her life before the storm.

Misty and the crowd of droplets that surrounded her were within vision of the drop-off point. So many others had dreamed of this view and opportunity.

The undertow had taken hold of her. It dragged her toward the plummet that was now only feet away. Misty contemplated fighting until the last second, but instead decided to allow the natural pull of tides draw her into demise.

In the last moments of her life as a water droplet she accomplished one of the greatest achievements of a member of her race. Upon impact on the falls below Misty lived up to her name and became a part of the wall of mist which shields the lake below. In this final act of courage Misty crossed over to an evaporated soul.

Faith · Link-Ups

Five Minute Friday: Alone

This week the topic for the Five Minute Friday link-up post is alone. What is a link-up? Essentially a link-up is when you join other bloggers and write on a similar topic. You share your blog posts with one another and begin conversations via a host site. You can head over to Kate Motaung’s page to check out other entries from inspired bloggers. Here’s my five minutes of uninterrupted, unedited writing on this week’s topic:


I Do Not Know Alone (A poem)

Alone is a place I can never be,

Since the Spirit of God is always with me.

Alone is a word I do not know,

For my God is with me wherever I go.

At times it seems quiet,

Like His answers aren’t there.

Other times I feel broken,

And think life’s not fair.

But through it all He’s healing my pain,

As I cry out He whispers my name.

It’s hard to listen and talk all at once,

Sometimes the silence is all that he wants.

If I take time to notice I see once again,

When I think I’m alone He’s always a friend.

Who will never leave me even when it gets tough,

I’m never alone; My Savior’s enough.

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We all need this reminder. When things get hard and we feel like no one could possibly understand or care about what we are going through there is always someone to turn to. If you feel like God doesn’t hear you or you can’t discern His voice and direction take some time to listen. Stop talking and let God speak to you. This is something I struggle with. I want instantaneous responses and I want them to sound a certain way. I anticipate God’s responses and when they don’t look or sound the way I expect that they should I feel like God isn’t there. Take some time to listen to his still, small voice. At times that voice is just a whisper, but a small voice can have a large impact. Remember: you are never alone.