First–we’re drawing the name of the winner of Adam Blumer’s book, The Tenth Plague. This is an e-book, so please let me know if you don’t have a way to download it!
And the winner is…
Jordyn, I’ll be contacting you about that!
Lately, I’ve been asking myself something. Am I mentoring people? You know–like the Bible tells us “older women” to teach the “younger women?” And yes, I’m counting myself in that “older” category at this point!
Writers need mentors. When I first became a writer, I couldn’t just pop on blogspots and ask authors questions–blogspots had only started to become trendy. I knew precious few people in the industry, especially in the Christian book industry.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t try to ask questions. Yes, I e-mailed Anne Rice (and got a response!) and I sent my first chapters, un-requested, to Frank Peretti. The Frank Peretti packet returned unopened–I think there’d been a flood at whatever address I’d sent it to. But still, he’s a hard man to get ahold of! Not to mention, he didn’t know me from Adam.
Over the past few years, I’ve met some excellent author mentors. Some are published, some are not. They’ve come alongside me at various stages of this game, answered my desperate questions, and steered me with their knowledge. I can’t tell you how heartening this is for an unpublished author.
I’ve also noticed that in churches, young people tend to hang with peeps their own age. It’s only natural. But I know many older women have experienced so many things in life. I wish there were a simple way to walk up and say something like, “What could you share with me today about faith?”
Isn’t there something in us that craves a mentor–someone who’s been in this thing longer than we have? Someone who can say “This is the way, walk ye in it!” And, “Don’t try that, it’s not worth it in the end.”
|My Grandma Wilcox, as a young woman|
One of my mentors was my Grandma Wilcox. We’d sit on her porch and she’d share stories of people–people who’d made the right decisions and people who’d made the wrong ones. I knew what kind of men I wouldn’t date, just from those stories. I felt loved and confident and funny around her. She saw potential in me and never stopped believing I’d reach it.
All this to say, we all have stories to tell. I’m not going to shove my wisdom down your throats, about marriage or homeschooling or writing. But I’m happy to share. I don’t want to be stingy with the things I’ve learned–almost always the hard way.
To this end, on April first, some author friends and I are launching a blog called Married…with Fiction. It will be a gathering place for married peeps and writing peeps and like-minded peeps like you. It’s going to be a whole new type of blog–bringing together Christian writers, readers, editors, and agents, so we can all share our stories. We’re going to have some giveaways and there will be lovely perks of following. I’ll still be blogging here as well, though maybe not as frequently.
One of our ultimate goals with this new blog is to mentor people–authors, married people, parents–people walking the road we’ve walked. We have combined experience and we want to share with others what we’ve learned along the way. We want to promote new authors and strong marriages.
We don’t want to get to heaven and realize we sat in our pews and in our homes and kept quiet when our words could’ve changed the direction of someone’s life. I’ve seen that happen before, and it’s so sad.
I can’t wait to give you more details on Married…with Fiction. But for now, let’s talk about mentors:
****Who are your mentors? Who are you mentoring (don’t have to give names, just an idea). What wisdom have you learned from someone who has been in your shoes?****