The Writing Process

cam07967The writing process for this writer is by no means a quick one.  By the time a piece is viewed by anyone, including my personal editor (thank you, sweetheart!), it has undergone many revisions and much prayer.

Sometimes I add and/or delete lines, take out whole sections, and even go in a totally different direction.  What began as a poem often becomes an essay or a greeting card idea.

A painter adds shading and darker colors to add depth.  The sculptor starts with a rough piece of material and then chisels it down to the object he pictured it would become.  The songwriter begins with a line or two and a song develops from there.  It is no different with a writer.

Oh, how often an idea comes but is gone before I write it down.  I wrote the following poem while reflecting on my own creative process which often results in many sleepless nights.

 

  The Writing Process

Ideas floating

around in my head.

Do I really have to get out of bed?

Now, how did that story go?

Do I tell?

Do I show?

Which character said that?

Imaginary or Real?

Taking notes.

Creating the mood.

Excitement.

Dread.

Recording.

Editing.

Cutting.

Re-adding.

Rejection.

Acceptance.

More ideas floating in my head.

Ideas that refuse

to go back to bed.

By

Delores Brouillette Adams

 

 

The Next Dry Spell

 

The Next Dry Spell

The rain is falling gently,

cleansing the air, the ground

and my soul.

I’ve just experienced an awfully dry season,

both inside and out.

I need nourishment that only a

cool, long drink of water

can provide.

Slow, gentle drops,

sinking in,

filling up my reservoir

for the next dry season.

And so it is, Lord.

digging deep,

I immerse myself in Your words.

I hang onto the last stanza

of a worship song,

offering up praise to You.

I hug my family and friends

just a little tighter than usual

during our goodbyes.

Treasuring, storing and preparing

for the next dry spell

that shall surely come.

by

Delores Brouillette Adams

 

(Psalms 45:1) To the Chief Musician. Set to “The Lilies.” A Contemplation of the Sons of Korah. A Song of Love. My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

 

 

Goodbyes, Hellos and Somewhere in-Between

Here’s one of many posts that I have been working on during small breaks from the unpacking.

 

GOODBYES, HELLOS AND SOMEWHERE IN-BETWEEN

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It was finally time to switch gears from preparing to move to this is actually going to happen mode.  We had been preparing for this for a long time.  Because the wait was so long, one of our children shared that it was like dealing with the emotions all over again.

This was most definitely not the timing we would have chosen.  But I have found that whenever I start to feel comfortable, that’s when the Lord prepares my heart for a change.  It was time.

I don’t know about everyone else but with any major change, I want the particulars first.  Timing, location; please give me the details.  Yes, faith is a good thing.  Yes, I believe.  But the details, Lord; I need the details to pack along with my security blanket.

But the answer was no.  Get ready.  Get prepared.  The specifics will come later.  Oh, what an uncomfortable but necessary exercise in faith!

I would love to say that I initially embraced the moving news with great gusto.  After all, we’d been praying and preparing our hearts to step out in ministry for years.  But I confess that, at times, I falter.  I often want the roadmap first and will offer my obedience second.  God gently rebukes me.  Sometimes later than sooner, I eventually surrender and admit my desire to be self-sufficient.  In this case, I wanted to keep my warm “fuzzies” of loved ones close by, familiar surroundings, and a life that had become, well, comfortable.  Just for a moment, doubts crept in.  Sigh.  Ah, but the Lord knows that I am a slow learner.  Obedient but slow.

Throughout the moving preparation process, I kept busy with packing, list making, and sharing the news amidst excitement and tears.  Get ready, get ready, and get ready kept beating through my heart, mind, and soul.

Then, it was time to go.

How does one say goodbye, yet again, to family and friends that have such a special place in your heart?  How does one do it time and time again throughout a lifetime?  Does it ever get any easier?

I was reminded of my first heart-wrenching goodbye as a teen at Bible camp.  One of the counselors wisely told my sister and me that it was the first of many goodbyes to come.  Neither of us wanted to hear that. It was a much too painful process to consider that we’d ever have to do it again.  And yet, so we have; many times over.

Is it easy?  No, it’s never been easy to say goodbye.  But there are two things which comfort me with each new goodbye the older I get.  The most important one is that in relationships with fellow believers in Christ, I know we will see each other again.  We have a common destination and that makes goodbye bearable.

(Colossians 3:2)  Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth.

The second comfort is in knowing that a loved one remains in my heart regardless of geographic distance, technological challenges, or mountains standing in the way of clear airwaves!

We said our goodbyes to old friends.

(Colossians 1:3)  We give thanks to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, praying always for you,

We greeted new friends with hellos.

(Colossians 3:17)  And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.

And here we sit, somewhere in-between, about to begin this new adventure the Lord has for us.

(Colossians 4:17)  … “Take heed to the ministry which you have received in the Lord, that you may fulfill it.”