I thought I'd be over the post-conference blahs by now, but I still find myself dragging through each day and hoping for a burst of enthusiasm to propel me back onto the writing fast track. I emptied out the last few items in my conference bag this morning. Filed my notes. Added my new book purchases to the to-be-read stack.
This afternoon I'm working on my WIP (that's "work-in-progress" for any non-writer types who may be reading this). Mostly I'm doing a whole lot of staring at a blank computer screen. I've reached the dreaded middle of this book and don't know what should happen next. A few of my writer friends would suggest this is a good time to toss in a dead body or two. Not sure that will work in this story, but I might let somebody get really, really sick. Gotta keep throwing up barriers between the hero and heroine so they don't reach their "happily ever after" ending too easily or too soon.
I'm about ready for my own "happily ever after" ending . . . make that beginning. I just heard today that another writer friend got "The Call"--she's getting a book contract. I love this gal, and I truly am happy for her, because I know how hard she's worked for this and how fervently she's been praying for it. She's one of the most prayerful, spiritual women I know, and she deserves this success.
Still, I found myself aching with envy as I read her e-mail about getting that phone call. And then the really surprising part--I realized it wasn't so much her contract I envied, but her amazing relationship with the Lord! She's one of those blessed people who seem to actually hear Him speak. Right to her heart. Right to her needs. Right to her concerns about family and friends. What I wouldn't give to know Him that intimately, walk with Him that closely!
Which leaves me right where I was a few days ago. At the end of my own strength and wanting nothing more than to know and worship my Lord. When all is said and done, it will be the only " Call" that really matters.