Today was December 14th, 2012, the day 27 people (20 children, 6 innocent adults, and 1 person consumed with evil) died in a completely senseless and blatant display of hate at Sandy Hook Elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut. Usually I don’t write about things on the day that they happen, in order to give myself some think-it-through time, but not today. It’s 11:48pm and I wanted to take a few minutes to simply type without thinking it through.
Have you ever started writing a book but got stuck in the middle? Have you ever banged out a few pages in giddy thrill just to forget about it when life and bills came banging at your door? Ever wanted to slam your head against the table repeatedly (maybe that’s just me) wondering if this book will ever be finished? Have you caught yourself wonderfing if this some stupid pipe dream? How will I ever finish my book?
Yeah, me too.
I cannot tell you how many books I started and abandoned back when I first started writing. I was so confused as to who I was as a writer (and a person) that my hard drive was full of completely undeveloped ideas. I’d get an amazing thought, run to the keyboard, type a few thousand words (or a few hundred) and never touch it again. At that point, actually finishing seemed like the hardest thing in the world, but then I grew inside a bit and discovered a few tricks to help me finish my novel, The Winter Letter.
So, I thought I’d share a few of the things I’ve learned with you. Here are a few tips to help you move forward and finally finish that book.
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Recently, two very good friends of mine (Wesley & Ashley Calvert of Jackson, TN) lost their little baby girl. Carlie Wren (which means ‘free bird’) was born too early, and instead of landing, the little bird flew straight to heaven. I heard about Carlie’s flight while I was in London, and it literally floored me.
A few days later I was able to contact Ashley online. Although they know Carlie still exist and is with the Lord, their heartbreak from losing her was understandably potent. On top of the physical and emotional struggle, Ashley and Wesley were forced to take off over a month of work, and even with insurance the medical bills soared into the thousands of dollars. This creates a new strain and a pressure to rush through grieving and get back to work, which is ridiculous. Yes, we must move forward, but time is required.
After I got off the line with Ashley I asked God to help them through this. How I wish I had the money to pay off their bills, but alas I do not. I felt so helpless, so far away, and with no way of contributing. Then, it hit me…