Years ago, I participated in Career Day at our kids’ elementary school several times. I tried to change things up a bit each time since I would visit several classes and usually talk to some students who had heard me another time.
One year I wrote a poem to highlight the different things I would do as a writer – write content, edit or copy edit something another person wrote, or help someone with public relations or publicity.
And, even though I’ve never claimed to be a poet, here’s my tribute to word nerdiness.
I Love Words
By Leigh DeLozier
I love words.
Long or short, big or small –
Just give me words ’cause I love them all.
They’ll make you laugh, they’ll make you cry
They can paint pictures vivid as the sky.
I pull them together like beads on a string
Just give me a chance and you’ll learn something.
Because – I love words.
I love words.
I love what you wrote – really, I do
Now let’s make it shine with a change or two.
Why say ‘sit’ when you can use ‘slouch’?
And don’t settle for ‘chair’ when you really mean ‘couch.’
Cut a word here, change a phrase there
I make you look better, so please don’t despair.
Because – I love words.
I love words.
Typos and glitches fill me with fright
Dreams of misspellings haunt me by night.
Misusing ‘its’ or ‘their’ or ‘too’ –
It happens more often than you might think is true.
Some people believe I’m just fussy or picky
I promise I’m not – I just don’t want things to look icky.
Because – I love words.
I love words.
Radio, newspapers, Web or TV –
When there’s news to share, they’re all targets for me.
And now we thank you, our God, and praise your glorious name. (1 Chronicles 29:13 ESV)
If I heard it said once, it seems like I heard it a thousand times: 2020 was “unprecedented,” a “year like no other,” a year of “pivoting.” Yes, it was a year of challenges, fear, and frustration. I even wrote about some of my fears in my blog post Faithful Despite the Fear.
But 2020 also had moments of beauty and joy, hope and fulfillment. And while I plan to remember the lessons I learned in 2020 and don’t in any way want to discount the heartaches that so many people experienced, I’m choosing to focus on positive things from the year and be grateful for those as we move into 2021.
Here are five of those things (in no particular order).
Working from home again. I worked from home for almost 18 years while our kids were growing up, but returned to the “real” working world in 2016. I enjoy my job and work with some wonderful people – but I’ve also really enjoyed being able to work from home again. It’s less pressure in a lot of ways and I definitely haven’t missed fighting traffic or spending 2+ hours in my car every day.
More time together as a family. When everything began to change in March, our son was nearing the end of his third year in college and our daughter was two months from her high school graduation. Their shift to online school and our shift to working from home full-time meant that we spent a lot more time together. It wasn’t what they wanted for school, but they made the best of it and my Mama heart loved soaking in every minute of togetherness that I could.
The bits and pieces of “normal.” Our daughter’s class had in-person graduation in late June for those who wanted to attend under then-current protocols (thanks to being able to hold it at Atlanta Motor Speedway). Both their colleges allowed students on campus in the fall, even though many things were different from usual. Our church began holding in-person services again in August, although that was also new and different in many ways. Any glimpses of what we used to consider “normal” were good to see.
Healthy parents. While I’ve been concerned for the health of all our family and friends, I’m incredibly thankful that our parents have been healthy through all of this. They’ve stayed home as much as possible and have followed the rules when they’ve gone out. I thank God for preserving their health and pray that those who test positive for COVID-19 have mild cases and recover quickly.
A fresh writing mindset. I began 2020 thinking and praying a lot about things I wanted to do once both kids were at college and I had time to refocus on some things for myself. One of the clear answers was to get back to the writing that I had basically ignored for the past few years because of being focused on work and other things. I joined a new critique group during the summer, began working again on a YA manuscript, entered the first chapter of that manuscript in a contest, and have been getting back in the habit of posting more regularly here on my blog and social media. The responses have been encouraging and I’m excited about doing even more in 2021.
What about you – can you find some glimmers of hope among the craziness and mess we’re connecting with 2020? These are only a few things and I’ve barely scratched the surface of them. What are some things you found to be grateful for in 2020 despite all the uncertainty?
Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever! (Psalm 107:1 ESV)
Thank you, Lord, for your blessings, even when things around us are uncertain or don’t go the way we want. You teach us many times in Scripture that there are always reasons to be thankful. Help us remember that as we move into this new year and deal with whatever comes our way. Amen.
Whatever form it might take — art, music, writing, design — sharing the “baby” of your creative soul is scary and humbling and sometimes downright humiliating. I’ve experienced all three (and more) with my writing. Sharing what you’ve created is not for the faint of heart and doesn’t necessarily get any easier with time.
Anyone who looks at this blog or my author social media accounts can see that I stepped away from those things for a few years. The desire to write was still there, but some things had to shift when I went back to the corporate world after working from home for almost 18 years. Now life has shifted again and I’ve been dipping my toes back into the Christian writing world during the past few months (yes, partly because I’m working from home again due to COVID-19, but also because we’re now empty nesters so I have fewer Mom things on my plate).
Last month I decided to be brave and entered the “First Impressions” contest with American Christian Fiction Writers. It’s for writers who have never published book-length fiction; you submit a 200-word summary of the book and the first five pages to be judged.
I entered several contests years ago and also submitted work for faculty to critique when I went to writers’ conferences. Some comments were helpful, some were harder for me to find the help in. Most included at least a couple of encouraging notes, but one in particular was so hurtful to my tender ego that I couldn’t bring myself to write more of that story for months.
All that to say, I hoped for good scores and comments when I entered First Impressions, but mostly hoped I would be able to accept the judges’ critiques and learn from them. This story is a different genre and for a different audience from most of what I wrote years ago (young adult dystopian instead of historical romance). Plus, this is the first time I’ve written in first person/present tense and that’s a world away from the usual third person point of view.
One of my prayers when I submitted the entry was that God would either give me a bit of encouragement that I’m writing what He wants or that He would make it clear that I’m going in the wrong direction.
I said the same prayer when I sat at my computer this afternoon, butterflies in my stomach before I opened the email with my score sheets and comments. I asked God to help me keep an open heart and mind when I opened those three attachments and read what was inside.
And then five minutes later I was sitting there with tears in my eyes and a hand clamped over my mouth, overwhelmed by God’s goodness.
Did I win my category? No. Was I one of the three finalists? No.
Instead, God blessed me with three gracious judges who gave valuable feedback but also shared encouragement and compliments that bolstered my insecurities. I can do this thing if I keep praying, keep learning, keep working hard.
Maybe someday God will bless me with a publishing contract so that my book can find its way to people who need to read it. Or maybe He won’t. All I can do is keep writing and be faithful to use this love for words that He gave me.
Proverbs 27:17 says “As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” That give-and-take of helping and accepting help applies to every area of life. It’s a reminder that we need to be accountable to each other and that while sometimes we’re helping sharpen someone else, at other times we’re the one who needs to be sharpened.
Today that’s especially true in the writing corner of my life. Three people took time away from their own friends, family and writing to read my entry and share thoughts on how I can be a better writer. Today they sharpened me. And someday I’ll use that knowledge to help sharpen someone else.
I was added to an online critique group soon after joining American Christian Fiction Writers a few years ago. Jennifer Hudson Taylor was part of that group, and taught me so much by her comments! She’s now a published novelist with Abingdon Press; her debut novel, Highland Blessings, was released in 2010 and her follow-up, Highland Sanctuary, releases this month. We’ll finally meet in person when she joins the faculty at our local writers’ group conference in November. In the meantime, I’m she’s able to stop by to share with us here today.
Micro Progress is Still Progress
By Jennifer Hudson Taylor
How many times have you heard someone say, “I take two steps forward, and one step back.”
This cliché was born out of frustration. Most of the time we feel like we’re being pushed back. It isn’t a step we’re actually taking with purpose. It’s unplanned and it breeds discouragement.
The good news is even if you feel like you’re back where you started, most of the time you’ve learned something in the process or God may be protecting you from being in a place at the wrong time. There is a reason for everything—even when we can’t see it.
Recently, our family has been going through many things. My father-in-law passed away from cancer a month ago and at the same time my mom was battling a different kind of cancer. We knew he wouldn’t make it, but were assured hers was caught in time. Cancer is a kind of illness that takes a while to overcome or succumb. It not only wears out the ones battling it, but the loved ones trying to surround their loved one with strong support.
I was frustrated that I couldn’t take time off from work for every visit to be with my mom and help her make decisions. I had to rely on the info she relayed to me, hoping she had heard correctly and wasn’t forgetting something important in the midst of her distress. Yes, I may be a published author, but I still have a full-time job with a boss who owns my time during those 40 hours each week. My time is not my own, and I struggle with this concept—especially when I feel like I’m needed elsewhere.
During this time I had to let go of some things such as canceling a trip to a writer’s conference where I was scheduled to present three workshops, took a sabbatical from some blogs, stopped scheduling events and book signings for my new book release. These were temporary setbacks, but my family was much more important. The only thing that nagged me was falling behind on my word count each week because I had signed a contract that I would finish a book by a certain time, and I was already stretching myself to meet this contract obligation in my already limited schedule.
I’ve always been taught to meet my obligations no matter what it takes, so a bit of anxiety began to set in when my word count dropped until there were a few days with no word count. But I didn’t give up, and kept plugging away at what I COULD do. Guess what? By the end of September, I’d written 20,000 words—more than I’d planned by 8,000 words.
I can’t explain it, but what I learned is that if we are faithful in the small things, God will multiply our efforts. Pennies saved can become hundreds saved if we keep adding to it. We have to keep sowing seeds, and let God give the increase.
“I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the increase. So then neither he who plants is anything, nor he who waters, but God who gives the increase. Now he who plants and he who waters are one, and each one will receive his own reward according to his own labor.” (1 Corinthians 3:6-8)
Jennifer Hudson Taylor is an award winning author of historical Christian fiction set in Europe and the Carolinas and a speaker on topics of faith, writing and publishing. Her work has appeared in national publications, such as Guideposts, Heritage Quest Magazine, Romantic Times Book Reviews, and The Military Trader. She serves as the in-house Publicist at Hartline Literary Agency and co-owns Upon the Rock Publishing, an e-publishing/publicist company. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with family, long walks, traveling, touring historical sites, hanging out at bookstores with coffee shops, genealogy, and reading.