Welcome to my new author site. As I wrote recently, I found my pulse and have no more need for a site dedicated to finding it. Thank you, though, to those of you who have cheered me along the way the past year and a half in my blog project, findingmypulse.com. Additionally, thanks to those of you who reassured me that, unlike my husband, you felt fondness for the name. And for those of you who offered up no consoling remarks like, “I don’t think it’s cheesy at all!”, I appreciate your skills of discretion.
Some of you have expressed regret that I won’t be blogging anymore. I’m not going to pretend that there was a collective roar of disappointment, but a few of you did ask, and that made me feel good.
Two things continue to surprise me about the writing I do: first, that anyone reads it; and second, that I occasionally get paid. Benefits, to be sure. I am grateful.
I want to reassure
those two friends you that I will continue writing in this space. As I’ve always done, I’ll try to make sure that I’m pointing you to the other pieces I’m writing elsewhere in the vast virtual world. But I will also use this space to draft and to muse and to do the (necessary) imperfect writing that plows the fields for planting better prose. Thanks for patiently enduring what sometimes turns out to be a hack job. If you’re interested in subscribing, you know the drill.
I’ll admit that I haven’t had much time or energy to write much beyond the book I’m writing. I have squeezed in some great reads (ok, yes, some of the books I’ve listened to rather than read), and I hope to be writing about those soon here. And if you poked around a bit here, you’ll also find a glaring blank page under the tab, “I follow.” That, too, needs drafted. I’ve promised it’s “coming soon.” (I did not, however, indicate what I consider to be soon.)
The good news is that I’ve finished drafting the book manuscript today. It’s certainly far from done, but having the contours of a final chapter now in place feels like a rush of adrenaline. I typed those last sentences with tears streaming down my face. Relief, yes, but also tremendous joy.
Joy, I suppose, in this unbelievable marvel that God allows us to participate with him and in ways that bring to us a deep sense of satisfaction. Here is the last paragraph in draft form:
“I have risked. I have risked wanting. This book now embodies all that is bent and tangled in that process. I concern myself less now with fear, having found more sure footing in the words of Jesus to take the paths of desire.”
Thanks again for reading here. And again, welcome.