When I began writing fiction, I had no idea of all the things I still had to learn about life. And especially writing.
When God planted a story idea in my heart a number of years ago, I had this naive idea that I could write and publish a book within a year.
Me. The one who hadn’t even published a magazine article. Or a blog. Or anything else.
All I knew was I loved reading, and I’d had this secret desire to write a book since I was thirteen. But I knew I could never succeed in such an endeavor. Not me. The less-than girl.
The one who was so sensitive her heart still bore painful scars from the bullying in her elementary days.
But, decades later, when this crazy idea for a story wrote itself upon my heart, I knew it was time to pull out my brave and give this a try.
I’d love it if you joined me over at Meghan Weyerbacher’s to read the rest of my story: