As a few of you know, I am going to be attending Mt. Hermon's writers conference this Friday. Being the over-thinker that I am, I tried to think through every possible experience I may have there.
Yes, once again, I am trying to figure out God and just what He's up to. I know, I'm not the brightest duck in the pond.
It wasn't the least bit comforting to read their conference workbook and all the different places I will be able to go if I need prayer or a place to dry my tears.
Seriously. I am not kidding. They have a designated area for people who are crying.
See! What does that tell you about this conference?!?
To make matters worse, I did some research on the publisher and agent I sent my book proposal to. Talented and amazing people, Vicki Crumpton with Baker/Revell publishing and agent Steve Laube. They are giants in the Christian writing industry. GIANTS, I TELL YA!
With a sinus infection and cankor sore in the works, all signs for me that I am beginning to stress a bit about this week, I called my friend Beth. I shared with her about an error I'd discovered in my manuscript after I'd already sent it off. Sounding just like an exhausted mother I asked her, "PLEASE, tell me again why I wanted to do this?!? What in the world was I thinking? Who in their right mind would ever, EVER, want to be a writer?!?"
I can see a few giants up ahead - I've never had such respect for Caleb and Joshua in my life.