Here we are, part three. How have things been since we last talked?
I finished my last class for my
MA in creative writing last week. I won’t lie; it was a bit emotional turning
in my final assignments. I later found out I had a perfect thousand points for
the class and my cap and gown arrived over the weekend. I’m all ready for my virtual
graduation.
Virtual?
I considered making the eight-hour
drive to SNHU, and I suppose I still could, but it’s quite the undertaking,
especially when driving isn’t my favorite thing to do.
Any reason?
I just know how quickly life can
change. Or end. Some people believe when accidents and such happen, there’s a
reason for it. Prime example of spiritually immature thinking. There are
positive things in all situations, but there isn’t a reason for the bad things.
God doesn’t kill us in car accidents or end our lives with brain tumors. It’s how
earthly life comes. It’s the way it is. What about incest, murder and rape? You’re
telling me an all-loving God makes that happen?
I’m not telling you. I mean, I
am, because I’m you, but…well, nevermind. Anything else, or do you need a
breather?
It’s been seven days since the admin
at my school learned I completed my MA. Seven days and they haven’t said a
single word to acknowledge it.
That’s horrible. And they are
supposed to be the leaders and catalysts for building community.
Supposed to be, yes. I’m ready
for a question now.
I was hoping you’d say that.
What makes you smile?
Pass.
No.
No, what?
You aren’t getting out of
answering it. I’ll cut you a break, though. I was going to ask you to list ten
things, but how about you just name as many as you can?
Fine. As much as TimeHop makes me
sad, seeing my girls from years ago brings a smile to my face. I love talking
and being silly with my niece and nephew. Students making me heartfelt cards or
pictures or bringing in a random gift like jellybeans is pretty special. I have
a student from a couple of years ago who often reminds me I’m still her
favorite teacher. When writing, there are times I’m in the groove, and I’m
amazed at the ideas that come out sometimes. I’m sure there’s something wrong
with me since I can’t think of anything else.
Yes, there is. But I have no
idea what.
Thanks.
I think that was five, and
maybe there are things that you don’t necessarily smile about, but you express
joy.
Watching my oldest play basketball
is an example of that. I get pretty loud when she scores.
Who’s your most dangerous
enemy?
You.
Me?
Yes. You’re the one that decides to
be disciplined and write. You’re the one that chooses not to forgive yourself
for stupid things.
Doesn’t Satan play a role in that,
too?
Of course, but he only tempts.
You are the one the ultimately decides.
He is powerful, though.
Incredibly so. Spiritual warfare
is no joke. It takes the wind out of your sails. Taking the joy with it.
Do you want to go deeper into
that right now?
Not now.
One more question. Where do
you live?
I have a feeling this is a more
layered question than it sounds.
You would be correct.
One of my favorite places to live
in within my novel, Grace Leads Home. With each revision, the people and
the world become more alive. Real. Narnia was like that. I felt I was walking
through the wardrobe. Loved it. I want nothing more to have my readers feel the
same when they are with Riley, Daulton and Kerry.
Your protagonists?
Yes, they all come from some broken
life, and their friendship is the heart of childhood.
Then their lives get a bit
crazy.
They discover an old cabin in the
middle of the woods, which turns out to be the catalyst for their alternate
world adventures. Their lives are changed forever.
I can’t wait to hear more
about it.
And I can’t wait to continue my
revision and get an agent.
It’ll happen.
Amen to that.
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