A Good Morning Wake Up Call

Judge Glenda Hatchett 

Selah would not go to sleep last night until 4am. So I got a few winks. I remember praying to God to get me together because I had an important day ahead. I had an interview with Judge Hatchett at eleven and I needed to sound like the consumate women mag journalist(whatever that means.)

So I sleep in--usually I'm up at six. I set my Hello Kitty clock to nine and catch up on some zzzzs. Then at nine she calls. I'm asleep, but I slide the phone to my ear and drawl, Hello(more like Haylo.)

Judge Hatchetts responds to me like sunshine after a rainy day for a sprite five year old. I sit up. Rub my eyes and smile. Hot dog! She's early. Needless to say the interview was swell. I love her for real now. She's so sweet. And she's so committed to her calling as a mother and an advocate for children everywhere.

But what in the world does this have to do with my writing?

She told me that she didn't plan to become the telejudge that she has become. In fact, she came into this thing kicking and screaming. And if she would have known more about Atlanta Fulton County Courthouse she never would have taken the job. But She had to take herself and her wants out of the equation and do what God wanted her to do.

And that revelation sat in my chest this morning.

Let me tell you. I've been struggling with this writing fiction thing. I love to read it. Love to edit it. Review it. Write it. But I know so much more than what I expected for this thing to be, and I want to throw in the towel. I don't feel like competing with people who write like crap, but can spin a drama faster than I can pop my bubble yum gum. Last year I did the forty days of purpose from Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life and when I completed my life statement, without a doubt writing was God's plan for me. Will it be fiction? I don't know. But whatever it is has to take me out of the equation and put God first. And to be honest, that's hard to do when you're broke. So we'll see. On to chapter one, finally...

Writing to see what the end gon' be,
Dee