If Jesus doesn’t come back for us before this entry posts on Wednesday, I’ll be on my way to Kansas City to catch a plane to Denver. I’m finally attending the Christian Writers Guild conference called Writing for the Soul. I’ve attended several writing conferences, but this is the first time I’ve made this one. And I’m jazzed.
Here is something that bothers me about writers, though. Especially those of us who are also Christians. We tend to think our call or talent or gift is all we need to earn national attention. Many of us seem to think our desire to write should be enough to get us a big advance, a three-book deal, and a spot on Oprah. Or, in my case, a seat on the curvy couch with Fox & Friends.
No other professional makes that assumption. Everybody else recognizes the need for training. Obviously a good writer doesn’t have to earn a degree, though that’s not a bad idea. (Go, Felicity!) We can all learn more about our craft, though. We can read books, attend conferences, take a class at a local college, or even sign up for courses online.
So, I’m making the invest this week in both in time and money. I’ve done my homework, so I’m prepped to meet with agents and editors, and I plan to suck the marrow out of every day.
Then, when I get home, I plan to put all my new training to work as I write and write and write. Because that is the real secret of success.
Oh the thoughts I have these days about what we expect from God when it comes to our dreams. Each step I took felt like – this is all of my part, right? And now it’s on you, God? Nope. It’s mostly all hard work and bravery I think. Especially in a profession as competitive as this one. I’ve also come to believe in luck – that part of life caused by the mashed up free will of the rest of humanity around you that makes the pieces fall just right so that you get just what you wanted. At this point, I feel I need some more of that.