Well, I made it to December in more or less one piece. The last major draft of my book is finished. It’s with a friend now who is editing it for grammar and mechanics, but the story is done. No more changing it, at least not until a publisher gets a hold of it and tells me different! It was a strange experience this time. With the finishing of each of my other major drafts I felt elated, accomplished, like celebrating. This time I sort of felt, meh. It’s almost like the closer I get to sending it out into the world the more aware I am of the mountain of impossibility standing between me and publication and it’s replaced the excitment with a mantra of “all things through Christ” on repeat. I do believe that Jesus can open any door and I really really hope that He will open the right one for me.
But, for now, it’s the Christmas season. I finished the book with just enough time to do my holiday shopping, crafting and wrapping. Tomorrow (Thursday) we fly to MD to be with my parents and sisters. We’ll be back in the PNW before Christmas eve, and this year I’m playing my trumpet again. I have always played every Christmas eve since graduating, but last year no one here knew I played, and I was too shy to mention it, this church being bigger and all. This year the right person heard that I was a brass lady, and now a friend and I are playing. It just feels right. I guess my old trumpet is one of the ways advent feels real in my heart. And after Christmas I am getting one of the best presents I could ask for, a visit from a dear MI friend.
I hope you have a Merry Christmas, and a wonderful Holiday. Fingers crossed that 2018 is the year that I will get to hold my first book in my hands. This year, I think most everyone feels ready for a New Year, and I pray that it’s a good one for our world and for us.