What Was That about the Contingency Plan?

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It’s been a year since our friend Mike, once my “future husband,” a groomsman in our wedding (yes, how’s that for irony?), the biggest smile I’ve ever met, killed himself.

I can’t erase the finding out, texting the news to my best friend (obviously I had lost my mind, how insensitive could one be?), watching the amazing funeral service via live stream on our giant-screen Mac next to my husband, blubbering.

We hadn’t seen Mike in years, we didn’t have any idea what was going on with him, but obviously he was an important person in the formative years of our relationship and thinking of him taking his own life haunted me for weeks. It still does, of course, but not to the same degree.

Just before then, I was writing gung-ho on my devotional. In February, after last year’s Blissdom, I wrote about canceling my contingency plan. I was writing fervently, convinced I could finish the composition in April and work on editing and design in May, hoping to release the e-book on May 26, 2012 … my 30th birthday.

Before April 4, the morning we found out, the words flowed freely. After, they stopped. I spent so much time haunted by nightmares and waking thoughts there was no room left for biblical peace to flow.

And then in July I got pregnant unexpectedly. And if you know me and this blog at all, you probably know that I am an absolutely miserable pregnant woman. The shock of the pregnancy, the sickness that followed, the attempt just to keep up with my other kids until Joshua was born on March 16th … it was all I could do.

During October I wrote 31 Days of The Book. It brought new air to me spiritually, and I usually found something to write about. But I also don’t want to recycle a lot of already-published posts for an e-book. I want at least half of it to be fresh.

And here it is, April again, with nothing but 7000 words in a Google doc titled “devotional” staring at me.

With Jeff Goins, whose blog and story have meant a lot to me the last year, I am forcing myself to shout I AM A WRITER. No matter how much it doesn’t feel true right now. Even in newborn exhaustion, sciatic pain, feelings of absolute psychosis … I am still a writer. It is what God made me. And I still want to finish this book and see where it goes. So much.

Birds, Zen, and Me


It’s impossible to read what a writer has to say about writing and not want to read everything they’ve ever written. Or at least, I find it that way.

I was newly 19 when I worked at The Religious Herald, the newspaper of the Virginia Baptist Mission Board. I was astonished at the work I got to do there, writing front-page articles about multicultural Passover seders, 90-year-old revival ministers, and disaster relief work across the globe.

But what astonishes me more now, as I look back on it, was that the editor gave me a book to read on writing … and it had bad words. Remember, this is a Southern Baptist organization. We don’t say bad words, we don’t drink, and we don’t dance in the fellowship hall.

The book was Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott; which, despite its bad words (I still don’t say them, I promise), is the most inspiring book on writing I’ve ever read. Lamott is so down-to-earth, so truthful about publishing, and so wonderfully creative on her writing assignments. It helped that my beloved senior-year creative nonfiction professor also loved Lamott and encouraged us to read Bird by Bird. Which I did. Again.

And I’ve read it a time or two or five since then, too. Along with most of Lamott’s works on faith, which I find mainly true-to-life, challenging, and inspirational (and occasionally maddening, but that’s OK). I’ve read a couple of her fiction books as well as find them not nearly as intriguing, unfortunately. But whenever I see Anne Lamott’s name I’m drawn to it. Knowing her views on writing makes me feel like we know each other as writers. I’m sure her other billion Twitter followers feel the same way.

Right now I’m reading Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury. It’s over 30 years old and he talks about typewriters and science fiction a lot. His method for writing was almost a complete 180 from Lamott’s. But I still find his story fascinating, despite his slight self-involvement.

I was WAY too young when I read Fahrenheit 451. Amusingly, I just saw the Fahrenheit 451 play at the school where we live last week, about the same time I received this much-coveted book from PaperbackSwap after several years’ wait. Between seeing the play and the reading of Zen, I am eager to get my hands on the book … and everything else Bradbury wrote. I need to see his logic played out. I need to see his method in action.

I’m starting to feel like I know the slightly manic writing style of Bradbury … and thus, him. It’s crazy, but true.

I’ve said it before and I will never stop saying it: to be a writer, you must read. I wouldn’t suggest reading books on writing all the time, but consider them a reward from time to time. They’ll probably give you a million ideas of new books to read, and hopefully a few ideas of new things to write, too.

31 Days of The Book

I guess it’s time to tell you a) why I have been so scarce other than the growing baby in my belly and b) what’s going on here in October!

So here’s the back story.

Most of you know that I read A LOT. I love books. I am willing to sacrifice TV, movies, and sometimes quality parenting to spend time reading. I love talking about books and writing book reviews and encouraging others to read.

This summer I spent a WHOLE lot of time reading – long books. I read the entire Harry Potter series in the course of two and a half weeks. I read 300-page books in a day and a half. And in the beginning of September, I found myself reading the second and third books in the Dragon Tattoo series in just a few days. Those are some long and intense books.

Meanwhile, my Bible sat on my bedside table unopened. Maybe once or twice a week I would try to read a few pages in my one-a-day Bible, but most of the time I just looked at it and decided to read a book instead. Very intentionally. Very aware of what I was thinking.

As September began, I felt very convicted. The Bible was not meant to just sit there. How else will I remain entrenched in the Truth? I pray to know how to raise my kids and realize I am ignoring the best advice I could have as it rests, closed, beside me.

Spiritually I felt a little hollow.

And I felt upon my heart an idea: read ONLY the Bible for awhile. Make a sacrifice of praise.

The more I considered this idea, the more I felt it came directly from God. It’s fasting, in a way, a fasting I can do as a pregnant woman. I’m fasting from something I really love as a sacrifice to the One I really love.

I seriously considered whether to share this or not. Whether to make it my 31 days “project.” But, prayerfully, I decided that if I could encourage someone to really step into the Bible and read it herself then it would be worth it.

So each day in October I’ll be sharing either a devotional based on my reading or a summary/story about what giving up books has been like.

The basics?

  • My month began on September 16th, but you’ll see my posts from October 1st to 31st. Most of them will have been written in advance, because I wanted to make sure I had adequate time to write something for every day and to edit.
  • I am not reading any books or magazines. I am reading blogs (although not spending much time doing so, I need to for my ParentLife work and Linky Loving). I am using online commentaries as well for my writing.
  • If you want to join along for a day, three days, a week, or a whole month, I’d love it! We can keep up with one another on my Facebook page, Twitter, or in the comments.
  • There will still be a few other posts in October. I’ll post my Secret Recipe Club recipe and share about a party I’m throwing with The Motherhood!

So, are you ready? I think I am. I will admit I covet your prayers desperately. Writing devotionals is where my heart is and where my passions and God’s work align. Because of that, it scares me to death.

Looking forward to spending October with you!

Day 1: Scapegoat
Day 2: Stranger
Day 3: Levites
Day 4: Death & Taxes
Day 5: Confessions & Light
Day 6: Judging/Mercy
Day 7: Week One
Day 8: Leaven
Day 9: The Donkey Speaks
Day 10: The Whole Shebang
Day 11: Disciplined
Day 12: Jumping to Action
Day 13: Two Ways
Day 14: Light of Your Presence
Day 15: Moving On
Day 16: Deceivers
Day 17: The Lady with the Tent Peg
Day 18: Hrm.
Day 19: Signs
Day 20: 3-Year-Old Theology
Day 21: Message
Days 22 and 23: Judges
Day 24: UGH
Day 29: Ruth
Day 30: Atonement
Day 31: The End

Before You Hit Publish: How Long Are Your Paragraphs?

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“But I’m just writing!”

I know, dear blogger. I know you think you’re just writing it all down, getting it all out, with no thought of grammar, punctuation, capitalization, or hitting “enter” on your keyboard.

But if you are simply writing a journal, why isn’t your blog private? Why aren’t you just typing into Microsoft Word or even using your fluffy pink pen in your journal?

Chances are, if you have a blog you have the intention of someone else reading it. That someone may be family members, a specific population (Cat Lovers from Canada, Baseball Fanatics from Beirut), or just the general public.

And whether that population is full of geniuses or English majors or repairmen or sales clerks or flight attendants or homeless people, they still need to be able to read your blog, easily. Or they aren’t going to stick around.

I think the very easiest way to make your blog readable is by using short paragraphs.

When you read a book, do you read every word? Or do you, like me, sometimes get bored and skip ahead to the next place where there’s a quotation mark or just to the next paragraph?

Living in the age of information fatigue (Information Sickness, Marilyn Johnson calls it in her book about librarians), our brains are fine-tuned to only accept so much text at one time. White space is king—or at least that’s what my graphic designer told us when we were trying to cram more content on each page of a Bible study.

Can you honestly say you would read more of this:

Growing up, my entire extended family went camping for a week at in Ohio. We spent hours riding bikes, exploring the park, and playing games; and we ended the week with a fantastic trip to an amusement park, where we all wore matching t-shirts. But my favorite memories are those of times spent around the campfire and the delicious meals my grandfather would prepare for all 30 of us each day. He percolated coffee on the motor home’s tiny electric stove while making bacon and eggs for five daughters and their families. He supplied the Hershey’s bars for many, many, many s’mores. He had coolers of soda cans and water and an unending stockpile of bread loaves for campfire pizzas, sandwiches, and pies. I don’t know how he got it all to the campsite! I have wonderful memories of stories shared and bonds formed around the campfire. A Labor Day-weekend camping trip is a perfect excuse to get your teens away from their friends and out to the wild, where old-fashioned talking in person can occur. Here are some campfire recipes to make while you create memories with your family.

Or this?

Growing up, my entire extended family went camping for a week at in Ohio. We spent hours riding bikes, exploring the park, and playing games; and we ended the week with a fantastic trip to an amusement park, where we all wore matching t-shirts.

But my favorite memories are those of times spent around the campfire and the delicious meals my grandfather would prepare for all 30 of us each day.

He percolated coffee on the motor home’s tiny electric stove while making bacon and eggs for five daughters and their families. He supplied the Hershey’s bars for many, many, many s’mores. He had coolers of soda cans and water and an unending stockpile of bread loaves for campfire pizzas, sandwiches, and pies. I don’t know how he got it all to the campsite!

I have wonderful memories of stories shared and bonds formed around the campfire. A Labor Day-weekend camping trip is a perfect excuse to get your teens away from their friends and out to the wild, where old-fashioned talking in person can occur. Here are some campfire recipes to make while you create memories with your family.

(That’s an article I wrote for Living with Teenagers, if you do actually read it!)

I will admit what I find even more awful than one long paragraph is starting a new paragraph but not putting a line in between the paragraphs. I’m not sure how one even does that, but it does happen.
Like this.
AGHHHH!

Don’t think this is my personal vendetta. At Blissdom I heard Simple Mom say paragraphs should only be two sentences long. Copyblogger says three to four sentences, tops.

Remember: when blogging, you are writing an article. Not a book. They are very different approaches.

Use paragraphs. Vary the number of sentences you use in each one. Try to keep ‘em short. Your readers will thank you, I promise.

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Reading Like a Writer: You don’t have to read unless you want to, but take the time to scan a magazine, a young adult novel, a work of classic fiction, and a contemporary novel or nonfiction piece. How does paragraph length change between the works? What about typeface?

While you’re there, read something you wouldn’t normally pick up—like your husband’s science fiction books or your mom’s feminist manifestos.

Five Minutes on Identity

It seems that I’ve spent a lot of time lately typing words into this box and feeling like they’ve turned up nonsense.

More than ever in the past few months I’ve felt that I’ve labeled myself a writer. I have a fairly established freelance career, at least with my former employer. I write for magazines; I write here and on ParentLife; I’m pretty sure that makes me a writer. Not to mention, in my deepest core I know that writing is my passion that intersects with God’s work.

It’s my sacrifice of praise.

But lately, it’s all garbled. I’ve tried to write about blogging. I’ve tried to write about His Word. I’ve tried to write about my kids. And it all comes out confusing and confused.

I write so little that I don’t publish, you might be surprised to discover. I am not a write and edit for hours person. I write; I proofread; I publish. Generally this takes me an hour or so, maybe. Maybe 20 minutes.

Thus what you get here is my natural writing voice, not something carefully constructed with diction and proper punctuation. And when my voice fails to be clear?

I don’t know what to do. I feel a little lost. I will try and edit … but if it didn’t work the first time, it’s rare that I can form it into something that makes sense.

I, of course, have some deep concerns what this might be telling me. Ones I don’t really want to face.

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Well. Always interesting to see what comes out in five minutes. I don’t think it’s a mistake that the song playing on my random Spotify “radio channel” right now is “Let Go” by Matt Hammitt (from an album I am obsessed with currently).

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Writing

My earliest memories of writing are poems.

My mother claims she was so proud of me when, at a very young age, I wrote a story that was slightly nonsensical but did have a beginning, middle, and end. But my first real memory of putting words together is sitting at our computer (in the 80s! My parents were on the ball!), typing up a poem I had written for my second-grade class.

In second grade, I went to a magnet elementary school and I had the most amazing teacher ever. She didn’t believe in homework. My creative spirit thrived in her classroom.

It was an assignment, that poem, and I recall it was about the wind flowing through a house. I’m certain I remember that much from rereading it many times; a copy exists in my scrapbook at my grandparents’ house.

Mom and Dad were so proud that we printed out many of those copies on dot-matrix reams, and relatives received the same faded-gray-ink on paper as Mrs. Hilliard.

In fourth grade, I tackled limericks. My wallpaper-bound book was the only piece of nonfiction in my class. A cross librarian helped me figure out the Dewey Decimal number for it while the rest of the students unshelved every book in the school library.

The limericks are pathetically awful, but my teacher – my most-beloved teacher of all time, Mrs. Titus – poured accolades on me for taking a chance.

I wrote many volumes of fiction during my childhood, including Hanson sagas and a series of stories about little girls named after flowers that I told and retold to my little sister in the car.

But these short poems are the firsts, the beginnings, the earliest times I was called “writer.” The etches on my heart speak poetry.

Before You Hit Publish: Write. Everything. Down. NOW!

Before You Hit Publish

Many moons ago, I had this blog series called Before You Hit Publish. Honestly, it was meant to be a blog in itself; but when I got pregnant with David (April 2010), all motivation flew out the window. I still don’t trust that I could manage two blogs plus ParentLife. So for the time being, I’d like to return the series to Vanderbilt Wife. It became quite clear to me at Blissdom that helping bloggers become better writers is one of my passions. I hope you’ll read the new posts — and catch up on old ones by clicking on the image above if you haven’t read them.

Boarding Your Thought Train

When you are a writer, one image or one word can strike up a whole boatload of memories in you, just waiting to be unloaded on the page one by one.

If you’re anything like me, though, these triggers come at the most inopportune times. In the car. While you’re talking on the phone. More often than not, when you’re trying to drift to sleep.

It is so important to record enough words that you’ll remember the train of thought in the morning.

I had a post in drafts for literally months — possibly a year or more — that said something like, “Chrysanthemums in Thanksgiving Visitor / writing essay / lions.” I was so glad I grasped onto that thought when I finally had the chance to write it down.

On another scrap of paper, I have written, “Crying in seventh-grade choir // crying at Red Lobster in Chatt.” I haven’t written that yet, but it’s there. The act of writing down the thoughts, even if I can’t find the traces of my crazed cursive, helps cement them in my brain.

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So buy a notebook and carry it with you everywhere. (Or, you know, maybe you’re fancy and your smartphone can suffice. I don’t have one of those.) Scribble a few words while you’re at a red light. I’ve even written in the dark while half-asleep, hoping that in the morning I’ll be able to read my own writing and make sense.

Then on those days when you are absolutely blank and staring at the screen in front of you? You’ll recall your notebook, cling to one of those rushing trains, and click-clack it on to the virtual paper. It may go somewhere new, or start a whole series, or simply let you release that thought into the air and never mind it again.

Whatever comes, it’s content, practice, and writing. Now go write.

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Reading Like a Writer

Do you have any old journals or diaries laying around? Pick up one and read a few pages. Try not to shudder too much at how repulsive that guy you liked ended up being, or how pathetic it was how you chased after him and got your heart squished like a bad tomato. Instead, let a memory simmer. See where it takes you, and write something based on it.

If you don’t have an old journal, a very old blog post or even e-mail will do. Let me know in the comments what you come up with and a link if you decide to post about it.

Canceling the Contingency Plan

It’s been bubbling up inside me for a while now: a new little dream percolating like rich coffee, waiting for me to add cream and sugar and maybe even a dollop of ice cream and some sprinkles.

The more I speak it out loud, the more true it sounds, the more it seems like something I could actually do.

I want to write a devotional book.

The specifics, I don’t know. Do you? I spoke to author and (in)courage founder Holley Gerth this weekend and somehow this spilled forth from me, brown coffee stains on my shirt and a burnt lip. I told her what I know: being a mom of little ones, frazzled and on my face in front of God, not even being able to voice a prayer some days.

I can’t even stick to a Bible reading plan and I think I can help other women? It’s a lie from the Devil, that I have no willpower, no self-control. I can do all through Him – all and even more.

“Whatever God has promised gets stamped with the Yes of Jesus. In him, this is what we preach and pray, the great Amen, God’s Yes and our Yes together, gloriously evident. God affirms us, making us a sure thing in Christ, putting his Yes within us. By his Spirit he has stamped us with his eternal pledge—a sure beginning of what he is destined to complete.” 2 Corinthians 1:20-22, The Message

With every ounce of me, I know I am a writer. I know God’s gift to me is words to paper, Times New Roman to computer screen. My heart burns to share Him through words.

So hold me to it, won’t you? Walk with me. Be my Jiminy Cricket and remind me when the words are held back and children scream and nothing seems right, that I am stamped with the Yes.

[This weekend at Blissdom, Jeff Goins encouraged us to write something dangerous and link it up at his page. This is it. You can read others' dangerous words there, too. Linked up with Elizabeth Esther at the Saturday Evening Blog Post, too.]

Stuff Jessie Likes

It was so awesome to get to hear Jon Acuff speak at Blissdom this morning. He is truly hilarious, and his talk about deep-vee-syndrome had everyone cracked up and Tweeting one-liners.

But the more serious and impassioned part of his talk was about his job-hopping because he thought the next job would be more fulfilling, they would appreciate him, or he would find what he loved. And of course, he knew what he loved – blogging, writing, traveling, being funny.

It’s difficult to throw yourself wholeheartedly into what you love. There’s always something else. Minutiae, family, details, work. Somewhere back there, though, we have a dream. Acuff called it the “but” phenomenon; everyone says, “I’m a ________, but I want to be a __________.”

Which is why it strikes me as so amazing that I can say I am exactly what I want to be. I’ve always wanted to be a writer and a mother. And how crazy blessed am I that those two things are what I do? I certainly don’t have everything figured out, and I always long for more. (Who doesn’t? Our hearts aren’t made for this world.) But on earth, I believe God has gifted me with the talent to write. I just need to figure out how to glorify Him using that talent.

And this blog, writing for magazines, working on a ministry newsletter – those things seem like the right place to start. Through the pain and confusion of the last three years, God has blessed me beyond belief in the area of my writing, opening doors without me trying to shove them open – and then figuring out that the sign said “pull.” Giving our future, our home, our kids to Him has enabled me to lift up my hands and say, “Hey, Lord, just do what You want with me. Cause You’re going to anyway, so it’s way better if I just give in.”

What is your “but”? What is it you really want to do? And what’s stopping you?

 

Before You Hit Publish, Week 7: 10 Simple Tips for Blog Writing

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Digging into one topic is fun, but there are several points I want to make without writing a whole post on each. To tie in with my lovely friend Amanda‘s Top Ten Tuesday, here are  

10 Simple Tips for Blog Writing.

1. Use capitalization. Please? Pretty please? Unless you are blogging from your phone, I don’t think it’s that difficult to press the shift key. I am as lazy as the next person about capitalization when it comes to e-mails or text messages, but this is something you expect multiple people to read. Capitalization eases readability.

2. Learn how to use it’s/its. While learning the difference between the two is not that difficult, many writers don’t take the time to double-check their usage. The correct usage will up your professional writer points, at least with me and the rest of the Grammar Geeks!

3. Break up paragraphs. Like it or not, we’re in an age of super-short attention spans. Despite the fact that I love to read, I start to glaze over if there aren’t enough paragraph breaks. Does anyone else skip ahead to quotation marks while reading fiction? Oh good, me neither.

You might think your blog is just for your family, or whatnot. But do your family a favor and break it up!! Three to four sentences per paragraph is ideal.

4. Try to avoid overuse of ellipses and em dashes (those long dashes we use to break up thoughts—like this!). Yes, we love these two ways to divide sentences; they help us convey pauses in thinking. But so do commas, colons, semi-colons! Try to vary sentence structure instead of constantly using those two elements.

5. Spellcheck. ‘Nuff said.

6. On a similar note, for the love of Pete, please at least read your post through once after you write it “before you hit publish”! You owe it to your readers not to have blaring typos that could be found in three minutes.

7. Read. Read novels. Read nonfiction. Read other blogs you love and ones you don’t love, and try to figure out what you don’t like about them. Reading will always make you a better writer.

8. Don’t use an ampersand (&) instead of the word and. Is it really that much easier?

9. Link generously! It’s what blogging is about, in a way: social networking, introducing people you like to one another.

10. You tell me: what makes a great blog to read?

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