I was lying in bed struggling to fall asleep and had the oddest thought. It came and went quickly, but it was pretty specific: that I should write about a psychic matchmaker whose office was based inside her friend’s business. I blew the idea off as ridiculous, as sleep deprived nonsense.
Writing had never been a goal of mine. When I was in school, the thought of writing a ten-page paper was enough to cause heart palpitations. I knew anything beyond page six or seven was gonna be a struggle because I’ve always been a woman of few words. If it was hard for me to get to ten pages, how the heck was I supposed to write a whole book?
But the thought wouldn’t go away. A couple months after I got the ridiculous idea to write a book, I began working on the story of Lizzie Chandler. It wasn’t easy finishing the book, but I eventually got it done.
Then I put it on Amazon Kindle. A few days after that, I had a total meltdown.
It was stupid to think I could write a book anyone would want to read. No one was going to buy it. And if anyone did buy it, they’d trash it for being horrible.
So I went to Amazon to delete the book. To my shock, I had sold a book and received a four-star review. I have no idea how that happened so quickly, especially when I was completely unknown and had done no advertising.
I took that as a sign from God that I really am supposed to be a writer. But that couldn’t possibly be right. Pastors say Christians shouldn’t go to psychics. That probably means I shouldn’t write about them…right?
That’s a topic for a whole new post, maybe even a whole new blog.