To Keep Going…

Sometimes things seem too big to be accomplished. However, usually the problem is the way we are looking at what’s in front of us.

If we look at the big picture it can seem so overwhelming. That’s when we have to take a step back and look at all the little pieces that come together to make the big picture.

So what do we do when even the little piece of the puzzle looks impossible? — Mark 10:27. — We remind ourselves that it’s not impossible.

I spend a lot of time reminding myself that anything is possible. That there’s nothing to be afraid of. Nothing and no one. — That being said, I’m still a big chicken. That’s why I have to spend so much time reminding myself not to be.

You have to understand that I’m afraid of everything to understand why it gets in the way so much. I’m afraid of people, criticism (Tho aren’t we all on that one), failure, (and that one) unfamiliar territory, and on my worst days, I’m afraid I’m simply not capable of very much of anything at all. — It stops me in my tracks. I freeze wherever I’m at and if I’m lucky, I don’t panic.. lol. — Though I’m getting better, it still catches up to me. —

So while even the smallest task may seem impossible… I have to remember that it’s not & then refuse to let anything stop me.

So while everything seems a little too big right now, I’m going work on my book anyway. Usually I would stop. If I’m being honest I’d wait weeks or months to even pick it back up again. — When I started this blog I said I wouldn’t do that anymore. That I wouldn’t let anything stop me. So I won’t. — I’m just going to keep telling myself that it’s not impossible and force myself to keep going.

So as I end this post, just know that I am going to be working as soon as I’m finished here. — It may seem to me like I can’t do this right now that it’s too overwhelming, but if I keep stopping because of that then I won’t ever accomplish what I’ve set out to do… and in the end, I find that far worse than just being afraid to keep going.

-hmthreatte!

This Is Why It Matters

Every day counts. — I recently heard someone make this statement during a conversation. It really struck a chord with me. Oh, how right they are. Sometimes I forget just how much every day truly matters. With every passing day time slips away from us. Moments where we have the ability to make a difference slip away from us. Whether we are too afraid or simply just don’t give it enough thought…sometimes we fail to take a leap when we should. Even when presented with the perfect opportunities, I think at times we are all guilty of shying away from it. — Each one of us could very well be a piece of the puzzle that makes a positive difference in someone’s life. — I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t want to miss any more opportunities like that. 🙂

Which leads me to this… my book! (Which by the way, doesn’t have a name yet. Lol, hence why it’s just called “my book” all the time.)

I’ve thought this out many times. I would love to write it, publish it, and have more people than I could ever imagine read it. It’s a dream. If I’m being honest, I’d like to excel at it. Am I prepared for if it doesn’t go well? some days I don’t like that idea, and then some days I’m reminded that it honestly does not matter if I sell millions of copys. Sure, we’d all love too. — However, for me, what really matters is how it affects the hearts & lives of those who do read it.

Who can I reach? Who can I help? Whose face can I put a smile on? Who can I help to escape from reality for a little while? Where can I make a difference? Who can I help to save? Who can I touch? — I’m a big believer in everybody matters. Because I’ve been in a place where I felt I did not matter, I’ve been in a place where I felt like the world was going to suffocate me. I felt like I was alone, until I finally reached a pivotal moment where I reached out… and found God reaching back. — I’ve read a lot of books in my life, tons, a number so high I can’t even begin to count. — The ones that mattered most, those were the ones that touched me. They crept their way into my heart & found a home there. — They made a difference.

I’ve loved to write ever since I was just a child. I would write stories then run down to my grandmother’s house and read them to her. (Oh yeah, I was a cute kid. :)) Writing has been in me since I’ve been in this world. However, I’ve also learned some tough lessons since I’ve been here. If there’s one thing they’ve taught me, it’s compassion & understanding. To reach out to someone broken and make a difference.. I know what that feels like, to be on the end that’s broken. So I know how much it matters that we all reach out in some way, shape, or form.

I write. So that’s how I will reach out. I hope & pray that so very many people will read and enjoy my work. That’s every writer’s dream, including mine. However, more than that, I hope I make a difference for someone. For a lot of someones. I hope I can help someone. Maybe someone like me, maybe someone completely different. — I don’t want anyone to sit around & think they’re nobody, or to think that their situation is hopeless. — I will write with all my heart & soul. — If there is anyone out there going through whatever is happening in my stories or in my writing… my ultimate goal is to help them. To just put a little spark of life, hope, and love into their hearts.

If I can do that.. then I’ve done my part. I just have to keep reminding myself that every day counts, so I have to spend every moment that I can writing. Because if I fail to do that, then I can’t help anyone. 🙂

-hmthreatte!

This Is Who I Am

Communication. It’s a beautiful thing when done correctly. — This post has nothing to do with my book tonight. I’m a writer. I like to write fiction; I find it fun & entertaining. That being said and all, it’s not what makes me a writer. — That comes from within, that comes from the heart.

Writing can be so much a part of someone that they can’t ever really be separated from it. I’ve written poems, I’ve written what I like to call “confessionals” (basically I’d just sit down at the end of the day & write whatever came to mind, it’s fun stuff, you learn a lot about yourself.) I’ve written letters when I couldn’t find the write words to communicate with someone. I practically write a book in my Christmas cards every year (I threw that one in for fun, but really, it’s true.) I’ve written blog posts. 🙂 I’ve written a book review here or there..(those aren’t my favorite, but I like to share my thoughts with others.) In college, I could choose any way I wanted to do a project… I’d write a paper, of course. I’ve written for no reason at all, literally just randomness on paper. — Writers aren’t writers simply because they just up and decided it’s what they would do. No, they write because it’s who they are.

This blog is supposed to be about my journey from writing to publishing, and everything in between. A person’s journey doesn’t just consist solely of point A and point B. Everything in between shapes a person and that makes a difference in the end. So when I feel like escaping for a little while, chances are probably high that this is where I’ll go.. to the place where I write.

I’m a very passionate person and I feel very strongly about everything in life. So as I continue to share a little piece of myself with everyone through this blog, you’re going to start seeing who I am. I’m as shy as they come, most likely, too shy. However, if you put pen and paper in front of me, or a keyboard… you may start to wonder, “who is this?” and “where did Heather go?” — I’m always here, I’m always the same… but when I write, it’s when I shine. It’s where I feel like I’m at home. It’s when I feel like myself.

In the beginning of this post I mentioned something about communication. — You may very well be thinking that I’ve lost my mind, seeing as how nothing I’ve said since then has been about that. I haven’t, I promise. — The thing is, communication is very important and writing is my way of communicating. It’s my way of living, of happiness, and of being. It’s all I know. — God gave us all something to be good at. He blessed us with some sort of talent, with a way to share His love with the world. — This is my way. This is my talent. I can feel it. I will write to the very end of my days and I will never stop thanking God for making me a writer.

If I don’t communicate my way I turn everything into a giant mess. 🙂 If I don’t keep going down this road I’ll be giving up the heart of who I am… and what’s life all about anymore when your heart’s not in it? — I was told I couldn’t make it in the writing world long before I’d even started trying… and I gave up. I quit because I feared defeat… and yet, that fear is what left me defeated. Isn’t that cute? Being afraid to fail is what lead to my failure.

Well not anymore. I refuse to fail and I refuse to give up. This little lady has a lot of writing to do. Which means you guys have a lot of reading to do! 🙂

Hmthreatte!

My Support.

Sometimes I sit around and wonder what road I’d be on in life right now if I hadn’t made certain decisions. We make choices in life that become our defining moments. The best decision I ever made was choosing Jesus Christ to be my Lord & Savior. The next best decision I made was marrying my husband, Jeremy. — Both of these decisions have played a crucial role in my writing. Or better yet, in my decision to write for a living. Of all the support I have, this is the support that gets me through the tough times. This is the support that cheers me on when I need it the most. This is the support that I cling to when I feel defeated. — The support from God & my husband; the support that means everything to me.

My husband has been my rock since the very beginning. I was terrified when I told him I wanted to write. I thought he’d look at me like I was being unrealistic.. but he didn’t, and to this day he hasn’t. He asks me everyday how the book is coming along. He asks me how he can help. He tells me he believes in me, and while I’m afraid to tell others that I’m writing, He tells everyone. He doesn’t just mention it in passing, he says it like he couldn’t be prouder. — That is what’s going to push me to the finish line.

If it weren’t for him and his unwavering support, I wouldn’t be sitting here typing this right now. He boosted my confidence when no one else did. — He pushed me to write. He told me to forget about what other people thought and to always remember that he has faith in me. — Thank God for that faith, because I’d be lost without it.

He’s not alone in supporting me. I have a few others that encourage me, and I’m as equally thankful for them as I am for him. Even Pepper(our giant black labrador, a.k.a. my sweet little baby.) supports me… at least, I’m pretty sure if she could talk she’d tell me so. 🙂

Part of the reason I started this blog was to find a community of people who enjoy & believe in writing as much as I do. There’s a peace of mind that goes with knowing you have support, or if nothing else, understanding. — Support is one of the greatest gifts that someone can give.. and it’s also one of the simplest. I am so very thankful for all of the encouragement I have, and will continue, to receive.

A little bit of support may not seem like a lot. However, it has left me with characters, a plot, a beginning, a middle, an end, a first chapter, a couple of plot twists, a lot of notes, back story, and future ideas. For something that takes very little to give, it sure has given me a lot. 🙂

-hmthreatte.

Not for the Critics..

There’s nothing worse than good ol’ self doubt. It is one of those things that will just come up out of nowhere, knock you around, and then kick you while you’re down. Nobody likes that; it’s no fun for anyone. —

I noticed recently that when someone asks me what I’m doing with my life I always give the same casual response: Not a whole lot. — In all reality, something inside of me is just dying to say that I’m writing. To tell them that I’m a writer, it’s what I do, and I love it. — Only, then they give me the look. You know the one, that “haha, no really, what are you doing?” look. — Yeah, my least favorite look for sure.

When I was in high school I just knew I wanted to write. I told my literature teacher that & he very politely told me that my writing was too predictable and so it wasn’t very good. — Well, talk about a confidence booster. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of that when I start plotting away at a story. I come up with characters, stories, and ideas that I love. I start to work it all out, I start to feel what I’m writing, and then I remember those words. — “too predictable & not very good.” — So then I end up trying to twist my plot & characters around to make sure it’s not “too predictable” and before I know it there’s no joy in it anymore.

I told a family member a few years later that I wanted to be a writer. I was then informed that writing is not a real career, it doesn’t make good money, and it’s a waste of a perfectly good future. — To this day I think of that every time someone asks me what I’m doing with my life. —

I said all that to say this: Self doubt is bad enough as it is, but the killer… that’s the critics. The ones that look at writers like they’re being impractical & living in a fantasy land. (Okay, so maybe some of us live in a fantasy land of sorts, but even when we do we’re sure to put it on paper for a good story.) — I need to start being more vocal about what I do and about my plans for the future. I need to forget what others have to say about my ability to write. Yeah, sure, there will be people out there that won’t like a word of what I write… but I can’ t let the ones who doubt me in the beginning convince me to give up on it. — Because despite what my old literature teacher thought and what  my relative said, I know there will be readers out there that enjoy what I write. — I have to keep writing it for them. I have to keep remembering that writing is what I’m good at, it’s how I connect with people, and it’s my way of making a difference.

To some, it means nothing. To me it means everything. — I’m horrible with grammar most days. I am literally the queen of comma splices, and I back up & retype paragraphs more than should be considered legal… BUT I love it. I love every moment of it. I love getting lost in the lives I’ve created in my characters. I love that I enjoy what I do. I love watching everything come together. I even love the frustration & headaches when I just can’t seem to get it right. Crazy, I know.

The thing is that I’m not good one-on-one with people. I’m horrible with conversations. I can’t seem to get the thoughts in my head to make sense when I’m speaking, however when I sit down to write, everything flows like it should.

Some people aren’t sure what they’re meant for… I am. I just have to forget about the critics, and remember that I don’t write for them. I write for me, and then I write for the ones that will love my books someday. — We don’t do it for the critics, because if that were the case, there would be no point in it… and I’d hate to live in a world where there was no point in writing. (or joy in reading! :))

-hmthreatte.