Friday, July 22, 2011

Are You Sick of Me Yet?

I survived. Hallelujah.

It's been a good day, ya'lls. And I say "ya'lls" with extra authority tonight, because I am in the South(ish), baby. I mean, ya'lls.

It's always interesting to go off and do something a little wild on my own. When I arrived here earlier today, I knew no one. Zero. That can be a little intimidating, but it's good to force myself to conjure up my inner six-year-old and just make friends with whoever is nearest.

I've already met some fantastic, encouraging, get-real women.

I shared chocolate mousse with a new friend whose heart carries around many of the same things that mine does. I just happened to take the empty chair next to hers. Do you know what that means? That means that I'm not alone. It means that God ordains these little things. He likes it when I connect with someone who encourages me on the path that He's put me on. He likes it when I can do the same for her. He doesn't want us lonely. There's just no good reason for it. So, I'm thankful tonight for that extra shot of gumption. (And chocolate mousse.)

I'm also happy to report that my agent appointment this afternoon went swimmingly. Better than I could have hoped. I left feeling encouraged and like I had gotten some honest, expert advice. The word count on the right is about to go down, but it's all for the sake of the greater good. She confirmed things that I already knew in my gut, and that's a great reminder to me to just trust my instincts, even when I feel like I'm a total novice at this fiction-writing thing.

My new friend and I - the chocolate mousse friend - we talked about how the most fulfilling things aren't typically easy things. It's from the tired eyes and the banged up hearts and heaped up doubts that redemption is often born.

I'm more excited than ever to keep writing.

I'm more thankful than ever for a God who makes himself known to me everyday through people like her and people like you.

Also? Just for the record?

I'm totally missing these rascals. And their Daddy.

They really dig nuts, man.

I'm off now to scour the cable tv for something ridiculously mind-numbing.

As for you? Be assured that I'll not bother you again, at least for the next 24 hours or so.