Yesterday I knew exactly what I wanted to post. It was upbeat, happy, all about writing cowboys.
Last night, I thought about it again, but my mind had a hard time wrapping around the topic.
See, sometimes you go skipping along life and suddenly the bricks on the sidewalk move. You stumble and stop. It's a time when you consider staying where you are, hopping over the missing bricks to the more secure area, or you fall to you knees and start dragging the bricks back and fixing the sidewalk.
Fall to your knees.... Dearest Father, we come to you today
Yesterday was my first day home. See, I'm a teacher (by day) and school finished last Friday and this week is my free week. My 12 year old is still in school; my husband is at work; I'm home alone.
Moms understand the magic of alone.
I promptly set up my computer on the kitchen table, fought off the cat (pet me), fought off the dog (play with me) and delved into writing.
Then, an email come from Harlequin. My beloved publisher.
It wasn't good news. See, under the Harlequin Love Inspired umbrella, there are three inspirational lines. The first is contemporary, the second is suspense, and the last is historical.
Harlequin has decided to step away from publishing historical. It's a business decision. One that probably has editors, agents, and most certainly authors falling to their knees. Dearest Father, help us to accept change, move forward, pray for those involved.
Many authors are standing still. It's time to consider options, think carefully. Others are already gaging the distance from the brick they're standing on and figuring out not only how to jump but where is the best place to land. Others are on their knees, dragging in the errant bricks.
All of those actions are the right choice.
Along with Harlequin Love Inspired, I've written for Barbour Heartsong, Kensington Precious Gems, Summerside... Those bricks left the sidewalk, crumbled, faded to dust. But, God gave me feet, and I know how to jump. I don't always know how to land though.
Today, as I travel the sidewalk the sky is a little grayer, the trees drooping a bit, and there's a distant sound of wailing. Among the Love Inspired sisterhood, we all know how to fall to our knees, put our hands together, and pray. We thank you Lord for the opportunities you've given us. Amen.
Love Inspired Historical put out some awesome books, put together by prayerful pens, and edited by awesome editors.
Years ago, when I was trying to decide what and where to write, I found two books in my church library. The librarian, who knew my dreams, gave them to me. One was by Debbie Macomber; the other by our own Arlene James.
Maybe you remember the 80s. Back then, there was a line by Silhouette called Inspirations. It's gone, but many of the writers are not. They're here. Their pens are still flowing. Their stories are being told.
As for me, I'll be watching and waiting for more books to read by my favorite authors.