2018 Spur Award - Best Western Romance Novel
To understand why this news had me in tears, I need to take you back a couple months. I've been contemplating giving up writing for a long time now. It's hard work, and changes in the industry have created a mindset that months of sweating over every word should be sold for less than the cost of a three-minute coffee. So disheartening!
But I couldn't shake my own advice: When you don't know for certain that God is asking you to change directions, keep going on the path He last called you to walk. I'll spare you the arguments I had with God over this (some of them quite loud), and simply say I've lived long enough to know I always lose. Which is a good thing. A God thing, even.
Tuesday, I called my friend and fellow writer, Kim Woodhouse, and cried on her shoulder. Wednesday I texted my friend, Kendra, and asked her to pray for me. Thursday at Bible study, I kept my head down while a guest speaker talked about stepping forward in faith. My heart heated, so I knew the Holy Spirit was at work, but I wanted to ignore it until the speaker said, "Someone in here needs to write a book." A gal from my study looked at me and pointed her finger. Yeah...no getting out of that. So on Friday, as we were closing our crit group meeting with prayer, I asked that God would place little crumbs of encouragement along my path.
Four hours later, I got the email about the Spur Award. Do you see now why the news induced immediate tears?
Writing is solitary, difficult work. After Gina and I finish writing the last two books in The Montana Brides Series, I'm out of contracts. I'm staring at a big, fat NOTHING on my deadline calendar. I've sent out a proposal but heard nothing back. I'm working on another proposal to send to my agent to see if the recent success of some Revolutionary War time period stories means I can sell the story that was a finalist in the Genesis Contest back in 2012. But nothing is guaranteed, and I like guarantees. I really like them.
Before I was published, God asked me to do the work and trust Him with the results. I didn't realize then that it would be an ongoing lesson. Time to pull out my big-girl pen and get to work.