Lifted Up and Walking Tall

A month or so ago, I met with a gentlemen in the writing industry. I confessed to him that I lacked confidence in my writing. Everywhere I turn, I am told that an author must attend workshops and conferences, must be part of a critique group, must do this and that. While I wholeheartedly agree, I am unable to participate in such things right now. My husband is a pastor in a small town, and I stay at home with the kids. Conferences are expensive, and there are no active critique groups where I live. (I am currently seeking one online, though...)

I've been seeking a literary agent and facing rejection after rejection. I cling to the idea that the writing/publishing industry is subjective. That gives me hope and helps me to carry on. (Isn't that a line from "You Light Up My Life"?) But of course, my doubts turn introspective, and I begin to wonder if my writing may not be up to snuff. If I could just attend a conference... If I could just get that feedback from a critique group...

But then, a great big spotlight of encouragement flickers on, shines down, and warms me from within! I received a phone call today from Thomas Nelson/Westbow Press. I had entered a writing contest they sponsored, and I am one of the top ten finalists. I am so pleased and excited! Just making the top ten is a huge honor to me! And it certainly ups my confidence level. Just like that, I now know for certain that my writing is good. So I'm back to hanging onto that subjectivity hope. And I'm ready to try again.

Don't get me wrong. I still long to attend those conferences. I still desire a critique partner/group. But I'm secure enough to know that this is what I need to be doing. I love writing! And I can't wait to share my stories with the world.