Hello, fellow writers! Today is the day we announce the prizes and say goodbye. *sniffs and grins simultaneously* Go check out Rebekah’s announcement to see if you won and don’t forget to pick up the inspiration book!
I’ve enjoyed partying with you all immensely. We’ve played a quote hunting game, asked questions of the authors, and made new discoveries together.
…and now it’s time to WRITE!
Your cursor blinks at you against the white page of the computer screen. You back away intimidated and pull out a notebook with faint blue lines running side to side and a thin red one marking the boundary.
You glance back and forth between the computer and the notebook. And promptly hit your head on your desk.
No ideas. Or maybe too many. Is “once upon a time” too cliche of an opening? Do you type with your left hand or your right?
But what’s the use anyway? There are better authors out there in the world. Do you really need to tell this story?
Wars are always won with words, and you and I are on the front lines. There is a battle being waged for the minds of people. Will they fill their minds with what is true and lovely and pure or will they grab the first thing they can find? Because you have to admit, the beautiful books are few and far between, and we bookworms run out very quickly.
If God has given you a story, write it. If He hasn’t yet, maybe you need to find it. But when you write, bring your readers to Him. Write with all the gifts He’s given you and sharpen your skills as a diligent squire.
You write a few words fueled by fresh enthusiasm and purpose. You will write these words even if they are only needed by a few people. Even if you only have one reader who is blessed. Because you must.
Go on, brave writer! 😀
*hopes she didn’t scare you all with her dramatic portrayal* If you’re feeling especially brave, I encourage you to post up to 100 words of your WIP in the comments, and I’ll give you my opinion of them. 😉
And just to break the ice, here’s 100 words of my short story “The Memory Girl”. Go ahead and critique me!
“She was out of excuses. Every Saturday she had used up one, and the real reason–that she was terrified of meeting new people–didn’t seem good enough to share. It sounded quite silly when she admitted it aloud to herself as she scrubbed at the breakfast dishes while the rest of her family prepared to go.
The sound of happy siblings navigating out the doorway without banging their instruments filled her with guilt again. She couldn’t play an instrument, but she could at least hand out gifts afterwards like the little ones did. She was being silly.”
Anyway, it’s been great partying with you all! So long for now!