As a kid, I attempted to write a book after being enthralled with the Bobbsey Twins. I aced English in Junior and Senior High School. Later on, a need would arise for a Sunday School skit, curriculum, or a Bible Study, and I'd take on the task. During a difficult time, poetry flowed out of me. Then came devotional writing for a small tape ministry.
When the realization hit that this writing thing was a permanent fixture and not a passing fancy, I went through a major paradigm shift. Figuring out the next step proved daunting. Little support existed for Christian writers in my home state. The Internet was still in its infancy, and I wasn't online. Writing got pushed off somewhere into the future.
Fast forward to 2003. I married a wonderful Christian man and moved to another state. During a gym workout, I met a woman, who happened to be a writer. She told me about a local writers' group, but didn't know where they were meeting. I finally got the name and phone number of a member and placed a call to her. She passed my information on to the President of the group. And then I waited...and waited.
Sitting at my desk one day, my heart landed in the pits. From deep inside, I cried out to the Lord, "Please show me if this is really what You want me to do." Within an hour, the phone rang. The President of the Writers' Group apologized, saying she'd misplaced my name and phone number. While recuperating from surgery, she decided to go through some papers , and located my contact information. We talked for a half hour, and forged a friendship that is still going strong today.
Tune in for Part II.