A half hour ago I cranked out the first draft of my conversion scene short story for the faith*in*fiction contest. Okay, Mahalia (Mahalia Jackson is still singing in my ears.) We--my spirit and the Holy spirit--cranked out first copy of my short, Short.
How do I know this?
Before I began to devote all my writing to faith based I used to write anything(articles, fiction) for a particular subject. If I wanted to write something for Carriage House Review, I'd write something scary. For Arabella, romance. You know the spiel. Anyway...it would take me a while to find the atmosphere for my story. More time to visualize my main characters, and even more to get into my characters psyche. But when I write in the spirit it is almost as if I have been haunted. No. Possessed. Not with a character nor a demon or a ghost, but with the Holy Spirit. She has a story to tell that will work better than what I came up with. She has a story to tell that sounds so true I feel a chill run down the back of my arm. Girlfriend tells the story and God emerges from the shadows. She tells the story and by the time I'm done bamming the thing out on the computer I'm exhausted. I have to go and run through the house. Jump rope for about a minute. Or crank up Amerie's 1 Thing, or Coldplay's Speed of Sound. Both songs have had me on lock most of the summer. Then Mahalia puts me back in perspective. I'm thinking Mary Mary's Heaven might kick it up a knotch, though. Yeah. Heaven's the joint. It'll to take me through my high, so that I can come down and get back to writing.
Does this happen to you? I never became exhausted writing for just profit. What say you?
Dee
The Pruning Principle
2 years ago
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