Excuse Me While I Go Write My Novel

A dream is a wish your heart makes.  A goal is the vehicle that drives the dream to fruition.  So to all of you, don’t just dream – set that thing in motion.  Do what you need (for yourself, your heart, your spirit) to do to get your goal and dream accomplished.  Seek wisdom.  Get a support group.  Stay accountable.

Getting Ready to Write by Marvia Davidson

Getting Ready to Write by Marvia Davidson

Today I choose ME.  I choose to do that thing that I’ve been afraid to do.  Today I choose to use the voice the Shepherd gave me.  Today I choose my life.  Today I choose my story about His glory.  Today, yeah, Today is that day. Today I choose to lean in. So if you’ll please…

Excuse me while I go write my novel – a memoir.  I begin and end in April – one of the more unsettling things I’ve done in a long time, but then again most dreams – if they’re really meant to be, will scare the sh– outta you (pick up your jaw off the floor, at least I didn’t spell it out, but it’s runnin through my mind).  So here’s to walking that path and making it happen!  I’m joining a slew of other writers at Camp NanoWriMo for the month of April.  The challenge is to write your book, novel, play, or whatever it is in 30 days (no lie, I said 30) days.  I’m joining a couple of my fellow Story E-Course writing-sisters.  Come join or show your support.  We’ll need it.  Thank you to Elora Nicole at Story 101 for starting and fueling a fire in your own heart the set so many of us ablaze!

For now, read this excerpt, if you like, because I am always going to be a work in progress.

from _The Unbecoming_


“The day I resigned was a nail in the coffin.  I just remember deep sadness.  I gathered all my teaching materials.  Much of it was strewn about my classroom.  I threw five and a half years of my hard-won career work away.  With each page I tossed in the trashed came a rising sense of dread.  What was I going to do?  Who would give me work?  What was I qualified to do?  All of these thoughts I remembered during that brief prayer P—- prayed.  The moment she said God was at the finish line, I was in tears.  He was there urging me on to keep running, to keep my eyes on Him.  I was heart crushed.  I knew what she said was true.  I had been chasing other people’s dreams and notions without realizing it.  I was failing at living up to expectations.  I was falling apart…”

And if you can, watch me write and grow at http://campnanowrimo.org/campers/mercysong/novels/the-unbecoming
You can also support Camp NaNoWriMo by making a donation to support them here.  A million thanks to you for helping!


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