Future Plans and Goals

Throughout my adulthood I have struggled to find anything that I'm good at.

I finally admitted a few months ago that, thinking as honestly as I can, I think God gave me the talent of writing. I'm still open to realizing that I am wrong, and I'm not saying I'm Shakespeare or Emily Dickinson, but I think He gave me words. 

So back in March I decided to commit to writing regularly and posting to my blog 2 times a week. And I have kept that commitment. I'm offering my "not enough" to God. 

But even though I think God has compelled me to write, my talent and knowledge of how to do it properly are limited. And so, for His glory I have desired to improve my craft. 

I've spent the last month or so diligently studying writing and I have come to the conclusion that one of my biggest issues is with editing.

Basically, beyond checking for spelling and blatant grammatical errors, I don't do it. Every thing I've ever published on this blog has been a first, or rough, draft. I sit down, I write and I publish.

I held the mistaken belief that good writers don't have to agonize over the order of words and that whatever came out first was as good as it was going to get. But I have since learned that even famous writers of classic novels rewrote and revised their work heavily. Hemingway rewrote the last page of A Farewell to Arms 39 times. Crazy! 

And so, I think my best course of action is to take the pieces I've already written and give them proper editorial attention.

I'm not sure how I'm going to handle to continue to publish twice a week. I have several options but I haven't finalized a plan of attack. I may just share the edited versions for comparison purposes.

But I just wanted to let anyone who might be reading this know that things are going to be changing around these here parts. Hopefully for the good. 

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my rough drafts and for being so kind about them!

Here's to better writing ahead!

Popular posts from this blog

Who is Gonna Tell the Child?

The Story of Our House

What Freedom Feels Like