I was looking for two sheets of paper. Two sheets of paper that I had written a short chapter for a children's novel, early middle grade, from a project I had abandoned pre-Covid. I wanted to finish that novel. I was 12,000 words invested in it. But I could not find those two sheets of paper. So I went digging. Into my writing crate that holds my most recent notebooks (post 2010s).
I did not find those sheets of paper, but I did find:
A stack of handwritten pages for a short story that I loved but abandoned and another short story with the same fate.
A complete scifi short story that only needs revision and editing.
And lots of short stories, and novels (one complete).
Then I found notes to myself, in multiple pages of my notebooks. Notes about being a full-time writer. About going after my dreams. About it being time to make a decision. Be a writer.
Let's be real. How old is this blog??
I went for a hike Saturday at Vasquez Rocks. It's where they filmed a lot of the scenes from the original Star Trek TV show. It was hot Saturday. But I needed it.
I needed Saturday to happen. And the Pastor's message out of Mark 14 to happen Sunday in order for me to notebook dive and make the connection today-Monday.
It's time to focus on my novel writing and my short story writing.
Faith without fear because He (God), always provides.
Maybe you keep journals. Have you sat down with your journals and read or skimmed through them, looking for the common thread.
I suggest you do. Because once you find that common thread, if you are truly, finally ready, you'll follow it on to it's logical path.
