In this month's Precious Times Magazine I wrote an article about single christian women, romance and Valentine's in an article titled, The Nun Incognito. To my surprise I have received many inquiries from people who read the article and want to know where they can purchase my novel(I blurbed my work in progress in my bio.) So I came up with a nice excuse, vowed to send them a chapbook of a short story, added them to my blog mailing list and told God that I would complete this book before Spring or else.
Since my book is supposed to have a hint of romance in it, you'd think I would be writing my heart out today--Valentine's Day.
Uh-uh...
I'm hiding out like my character Peaches Parker, hiding out from my true calling, afraid of what lies beneath the excuses.
What if I finish this book and can't find a publisher? I mean--my audience isn't anywhere in the ballpark of a midwestern fifty something-right winger. I wished my writing audience were more like Christ, universal. But most non African American readers will look at my picture or read my name and have a prejudiced view of what's inside despite the fact that my characters aren't just African American, but American and spanning the rainbow.
I have all these things stacked up against me, but one little email this morning gave me hope. Someone out there is reading me, and liking it. So I guess I better cook an unclassic Valentines's dinner, kiss the loved ones and get to that first turning point this week.
Writing to see what the end gon' be,
Dee
The Pruning Principle
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