Every
writing project is a journey. At the end, we arrive at a destination that
depends on every bit of our hard work. There were obstacles we had to leap over
and lots of fine-tuning to do. Our
laptops flamed with the rush of inspiration one moment and grew stone cold at
the next as we wondered what in the heck
we were thinking.
Angst.
It gets old. So, we press on anyway. We keep writing, keep working until the
final product shines. Or at least we know it’s the best we can do. Even then we
join a critique group, hire an editor and get other trained eyes on it, just to
be sure.
In
my head I knew the Lord was in the process. But one morning I saw proof of it
in an obscure passage in I Kings 8.
Here’s
the back story. Construction of Solomon’s temple was complete - down to the
tiniest facet of magnificence and order.
It
was time for the Ark of His Presence to arrive. Priests carried it with wooden
poles on their shoulders to the inner sanctuary. Everything in that room had
been prepared to receive the presence of God. Golden cherubim, crafted
especially for the Ark, spread their wings over it. The walls themselves were
overlaid with gold and shone with a luminescence.
It
was all dazzling. Except for those wooden poles the priests had used. They
stayed in the middle of all that splendor, sticking out from under the Ark. (I
Kings 8:8)
Wooden
poles sticking out? In a place so glorious and intricate in detail that it’d
taken thousands of workmen seven years to complete?
Surely,
they could’ve gotten rid of them. After all, the poles weren’t needed anymore. The
Ark was in the temple to stay. No more mobile-home tabernacle to carry it
everywhere God’s people went.
Why
were the poles still there?
Maybe
to remind us that His presence was once carried on the shoulders of people. Those
wooden poles weren’t fancy, but they were proof that God chose people to carry
Him to a specific destination.
Maybe
you just submitted an article, wrapped up the resolution of your novel or
finished a memoir. There was a journey to get there. One that you carried on your
shoulders throughout the process.
It’s
true that the Lord was there every step of the way. But our work mattered. Our
efforts carried an idea, a story, a poem to completion.
Carrying
that Ark into the temple took work. Teaming up with God takes work. But we can
remember those wooden poles. Like them, we might end up in the middle of
something beautiful!
A
former high school English teacher, Laurel Thomas has written for magazines
such as Guideposts, Mysterious Ways and others. In addition to her foray into
fiction with her first novel, Laurel has ghosted books and edited others. As
general administrator of Write Well, Sell Well OKC, she helps facilitate an
annual conference and other opportunities to equip writers. Laurel holds degrees in English and Counseling. She is a
chaplain for the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigations, as well as being a
lay pastor at Church on the Rock, Oklahoma City, OK. Check out her blog at freefreshbread@wordpress.com and
her website at www.laurelannthomas.org.
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A Villain's Bio by Laurel Thomas
Big
and hairy, green teeth dripping with goo. You get the idea. It’s a villain.
No
matter what he, she or it looks like, a bad guy’s primary goal is to shut down
the good guy. The
protagonist needs to make forward motion and for whatever reason, the villain
disagrees.
In
good fiction, the bad guy isn’t obvious or at least has some believable reason
for a twisted point of view. People are complicated and it’s no different for
an effective antagonist.
My
laptop is open without interruption – a rare moment. From my perch at the
kitchen counter, I notice little piles here and there, bills waiting to be paid
and laundry to done.
But
I need to write.
Today,
I plow through the angst of choosing a career with no concrete list of orders
each morning (unless I make one) or time-clock (unless my alarm counts), and
where success eludes me if I don’t move myself
forward.
A
blank screen is intimidating, of course. But something more sinister lurks. As
diabolical as a genetically-designed Godzilla in Jurassic World, it’s tailor-made to shut me down. It comes to
devour my journey. This villain has studied me, knows my quirks, failures and
mistakes.
But
unlike some monster creeping in the shadows, this villain is me. At least until I decide to resign
that role.
My
writing is a journey. It unfolds as I move forward. It evolves through
surprises, plot twists and lots of conflict. It won’t end until I decide to
stop.
Like
the protagonist in my favorite novel, I may be unaware of how formidable that
bad guy can be. And what the stakes are if I give in and quit.
Villain-talk goes something
like this:
My last query got
rejected fifteen times. It must be a sign. Wrong career.
I’m staring at a
blank screen. It’s a sign. I have no more fresh ideas.
I’ve written
myself into a corner as a fiction writer. It’s a sign. Toss it out the
manuscript.
There are big
structure problems in my novel. It’s a sign. The whole story is flawed.
Another day
without writing? No big deal.
A week without
writing? Better quit. Too hard to take it up now.
My writer friends
are multi-published. Where’s my success?
(Remember
that adding It’s a sign gathers a
weight of the ages on already tired shoulders.)
The
surest way to foil a crafty bad guy is to understand his tactics, to discern
his mode of operandum. Does he gather other bad guys to help? Does he undermine
confidence, slander reputation or isolate with shame? What tactics do I use
against myself on a bad day?
Opposition
doesn’t have to work against me. It can stir me to persevere, to hone my craft
by learning and investing more into my journey. It can make me shine.
Pressure
can uncover a well in me that isn’t dry after all. Or prove that I’ve learned
good instincts after plowing through all those conferences, critiques and
evaluations.
The
crux of a great story always has a villain. It just shouldn’t be me. Or you.
Because without us, our stories go nowhere.
Resolve
to be your own best champion. You’ve got a great story. Keep writing it!



