“Tell me Sarah. Why aren’t you writing?”
Posted by Sarah on Aug 15, 2012 in Uncategorized | 6 comments
With those words, my friend pried open a shut place in my heart that very much needed sunlight.
She helped me to ask the question of myself, to look hard and sharp into the eyes of my own soul until it gave its answer back.
My soul and I are still talking about that one, and I shall talk to you about it soon.
But I am writing again.
Oh am I ever writing.
And here’s the thing – God (truly, it is God, I could never have managed, planned, or schemed this up on my own) has given me a month in a place I’ve longed dreamed of going in order to start a novel that I’ve long dreamed of writing.
A story of war. Of legend. Of family. Of darkness and the way it can be woven and spun and utterly changed by light.
I’m so excited. Can you guess where I am? More to come soon, for I’m going to obey my friend and get back to blogging.
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Reading of late:
Henriette Brown, Enfant Crivant, c. 1870
Rembrandt van Rijn, Portrait of Christ's Head, c. 1650
You made it to Scotland! Enjoy your respite. I do think that August and September are the most beautiful months in that lovely place.
Hurrah!
Love the pics:-))
Wow. Neat! Can’t wait to hear more and just lovely photos!
My guess is Scotland! I have long held the desire to visit Scotland in my heart. I shall be living vicariously through this trip!
Glad you are writing again, and a novel? Hooray!!
Oh Sarah! I am so very excited for you! I am excited, too, for the rest of us who will one day hold your novel in our hands and see words paint the strokes of redemption on the pages in front of us.
~ J