I expected this to be a significant week in my writing career. I was a finalist in the ACFW Carol awards and I had reasonable expectations to hear from two editors about proposals (saying "yes," please, God!)
Last Sunday night I followed the live blog from the ACFW awards banquet. The mystery category was one of the last two or three or the night ... a long wait.
The honor went to a deserving A.K. Arenz, for The Case of the Mystified M.D.
Take a deep breath. I truly had not expected to win, but the hope refused to die.
Then ... the message I hoped for on Monday, about my agent's meeting with the editor, finally arrived on Friday.
And she hasn't done more than skim the proposal yet. Still pending.
The second proposal? No word on that either.
All of this while I am battling discouragement about my current "WIP" (work in progress for those unfamiliar with writers' acronyms). A book that is due on Thursday. I haven't felt well, but the book is due. I must write, whether or not I'd rather crawl back into bed.
Looking back at it, I realize I shouldn't have singled out this past week. I will, or won't, get the contract. I have books under contract that I must write. God's timing will be just right.
My heart jumped ahead of my head. God still has a lot to teach me.
**FYI: Good News this week: I received copies of Heavenly Humor for the Cat Lover's Soul. Go to my last post and leave a comment with your favorite cat story for a chance to win a copy in addition to the monthly book drawings**