“The Lord God formed the man from the dust of the
ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a
living being.” Gen 2:7
When my husband and I finally had an empty nest our
house eerily reverberated with…SILENCE.
After so many years, it was -- er, cough, cough -- exhilarating, exciting. Because I have such a
mommy-heart, I never thought I would actually enjoy this silence, this absence
of children.
Then I retired from work and through the
encouragement of my friend, Jan Christiansen, decided to pursue my life-long dream
to write. I had hardly begun my writing journey when people started moving into
my home. Not just one person, but several. With time, it grew to be many
people.
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Of course I’m not God, but in light of the scripture
I used, I became god-like. You see, I created these people. I gave them life,
breathed into their nostrils, so to speak, the breath of life, these characters
in my novels.
Now they go with me throughout the day. They will
not be ignored. They urge me to create chapters, write continuing conflict,
expand their lives and world. Pesky creatures! I am boss. Without me, they
wouldn’t exist. With one touch of my
finger on the Delete key, they will be annihilated. I have the power.
Yet, I coddle them. I give into their whining
demands. They want so much from me. They want a different hair color, different
name, a more glamorous occupation, more romance, less romance – their demands
never end. I even pray over them. Well, not them,
but I pray over whatever I’m writing.
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