Striking a pose with psychotherapist, writer, and international lecturer Margie Lawson. She's included my prologue to WALKING ON BROKEN GLASS in her Deep Editing workshop. Margie's the bomb!
The SWATS (short authors and teachers) aka Teeny-Tiny Teachers Club. From L...me, my roomie Jenny Jones, and Gwen Stewart,also repped by Rachelle Gardner
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This picture is totally swiped from Jenny B. Jones’ blog (since we were roomies at the American Christian Fiction Writers Conference, I figured she’d be cool with it):
Jenny and I are awaiting breakfast here. I’m actually smiling before my first cuppa for the day [note the cup is still full].
The two of us met Gwen Stewart, and we may design t-shirts next year for our new club: Short Authors Who Also Teach. I’m thinking we could call ourselves the SWAT Team…Short Writers and Teachers. But it’ll need to go before the committee. Because, as I’m learning from politics, everything of any importance that doesn’t require an immediate decision goes before a committee. A proof-positive picture’s forthcoming as soon as I find my camera and download the photo of the three of us
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This is the cover of Jenny’s new book; her first venture into Women’s Fiction. Classic Jones. Get it. Read it. I’m especially proud to promote it because the title proves that “me” is the correct pronoun to follow “between.”
Next week, I’ll be attending my second ACFW Conference, which also happens to be the second writing conference I’ve attended.
Many of you already know my pre and post Katrina stories. I’ll spare you the details. What’s important here that I want to share is looking back and seeing God’s hand shape what seemed to be globs of clay into a vessel He’s since filled with His goodness and gracious gifts.
Had we not moved to Lake Charles following the hurricane, I would not have met Jessica Ferguson, who–in her inimitable, no-nonsense fashion–told me, essentially, “Serious writers go to conferences. If you’re serious about writing, you need to go to the ACFW Conference.”
From that moment on, everything that could conspire against my being there roared out of some howling abyss and attempted to sabotage my plans. I plugged the abyss with persistence, and met Jessica in Houston. Then, with Marcia Gruver in the back seat, and Jess behind the wheel, we talked our way to Dallas on Wednesday so we could attend the Margie Lawson’s Early Bird Session. Sandra Robbins, Jess’ critique partner and one of our roomies, met us at the hotel.
I spent the next twenty-four hours staring at name tags and faces. I saw people who, for the past two years, had been only names on email, blogs, or websites, appear in the flesh. And, since I was new, no one really expected me to know anyone and I had some leeway on the staring…well, Chip’s banquet attire notwithstanding, the prayer room-most definitely not, and clearly not in restrooms or elevators.
Sometime between the Early Bird Session and Thursday morning, I experienced a wee panic attack. Truly, I think it coincided with opening my packet for the 19th billion time and staring at the names of the agents and publishers on my schedule. The abyss morphed into a tornado spinning in my gut. At one point, curling into the fetal position under the desk in our hotel room seemed like a pleasant alternative to the weekend. The reality that I’d be meeting REAL agents and REAL editors who’d expect me to be a REAL writer was far too REAL. Oh, and my first critique was with the REAL Mary DeMuth. The first night of the conference!
The frenetic editor who lives in my brain jumped up and down, bounced like she’d been trapped in a pinball machine, and screeched, “OMG! Are you CRAZY? Who do you think you are? You’re going to sit in front of writers and agents? ACK!!! Abandon Conference. Abandon Conference. All insecurities on deck. Abandon conference.”
God placed Mary between me and hopelessness. Friday morning I woke up with God tapping me on my shoulder, reminding me that He was in control…I just needed to get out of His way.
I volunteered, met new friends (JennyBJones and I shared teacher trials and tribulations), finally had a chance to have face-to-face with “old” friends (Cheryl Wyatt, my consummate cheerleader; Gina Conroy, my WI connection), and I learned. I learned what I didn’t even know I needed to learn.
Cathy West blogged about what a difference a year makes. Can I hear an “AMEN!”? Because I wouldn’t let anyone steal my dream of attending that conference, I’ve had dreams come true. I finished my first novel. I signed with Rachelle Gardner of WordServe Literary. I’m ecstatic to have an agent who’s buoying me through this journey to publication. And I’m still learning.
And I’m still doing my prayerful best to stay out of God’s way.
