There would finally be time for the final steps prior to publication for my children's fiction manuscript and seriously working on my platform. After all, three agents had told me they would love to read my manuscript and to send the whole thing, not just the first ten pages or first chapter.
And I did.
Truly, Dear Reader, I thought I'd followed all the right steps. I love my main character as though he is my child. (Does anyone else feel that way about yours?) I'd prayed over him, for the story he had to tell. I'd spent five years, off and on, and enough money for a really good vacation doing what I thought needed to be done.
Guess what, Dear Reader, my new (life) chapter writing fantasy isn't playing out at all like what I'd dreamed.
I'll be honest, some days it's felt worse that physical therapy the week after a knee replacement to try and let go. And depression has reared its very ugly head more than once.
But somehow, whether from habit or desperation, I've drug myself to my chair by the window nearly every morning...and the Lord has met me there. (I like to think He's always waiting for me to meet Him.)
So, I've prayed a lot, and Tom and I have talked a little. I thought a lot about the visit in December I had with Cheri at EA Publishing.
Did I hear God wrong? I don't know. Maybe. Here's what I do know. Even if I did, He can still get it right. How cool is that!
Brothers and sisters, I know that I still have a long way to go. But there is one thing I do: I forget what is in the past and try as hard as I can to reach the goal before me.
Phillipians 3: 13 ERV