Writing in the Dark

I began writing about six years ago. Little did I know the steep learning curve that came with that particular “hobby” or the things God would teach me through the process.

At first I wrote scenes that came to me. I fiddled around with plots, never quite knowing where I was going. As I wrote, life continued to roll by. God move my family a couple times. I had a daughter, then along came the twins. When the twins arrived, I put writing away. My days were consumed with diaper changing, feeding children, and keeping the house from burning down (forget about cleaning it… Dan did that, bless his heart lol).

By this point, I came to realize writing is hard. I thought about putting the whole endeavor behind me. After all, when could I write with four little ones running around the house? But I could not shake the bug. I had to write. I had to finish the story inside of me.

When the twins were about one, I went back to writing. Sometimes only a hundred words a day. Sometimes I went weeks without writing because my family needed me. Life interfered again and my family found ourselves on the not-so-thrilling roller coaster ride of unemployment. It was then I started channeling the fear, heartache, and my deep search for God into my writing. I finally began to understand my characters. I understood their search inside themselves to choose the easy way or to choose God’s way: many times a path of hardship. I now had a plot.

We finished the roller coaster of unemployment (and lived!). By now I was half way through my first book. I was on a roll. I began to have goals of finishing the book and trying my hand at finding a publisher for it. Then I heard God speak. I knew in my heart he was telling me to wait an entire year. I balked at the idea and pushed forward with my own goals. God slammed back (note to anyone thinking about going through a door God is closing… don’t! He can slam hard lol).

I stopped fighting God and listened to him. I quietly put my goals of publishing away and instead continued to write. I finished my manuscript halfway through that year. I had two trusted friends critique it. They found all the things I knew in my gut I needed to work on with the story. I cried (yeah, its hard to work on something for years and find out you’re not quite there yet), then picked myself up by my flip-flops straps (I don’t wear boots) and began to work on the rewrites in earnest.

I learned a lot that year. I learned to finish a book. I learned to push through writer’s block. I learned to take criticism and use it to make my book better. And I was learning to put my work as a writer into God’s hand.

December came around again. Instead of my own plans, this time I asked God his. I felt his nudge to go ahead and start exploring the world of publishing. I signed up for the Mt Hermon conference. I tidied up my one page and pitch. And unlike last year, I totally felt scared about the prospects of publishing.

I met some amazing people at the conference. I had people interested in my manuscript. And I learned even more about writing. I came home refreshed.

During that year I also came to realize how much I had learned about the gospel through the writing of my story. Its not just about being saved from hell: it’s about being saved from something inside of us, something we cannot save ourselves from. It’s about God saving us and healing the darkness inside of us. What a beautiful picture!

The story of my writing is not done yet. No, I don’t have people knocking down my door wanting to publish my book. In fact, no one has knocked. But I felt God speaking to me again last week.

He is asking me to write in the dark now.

I can’t see where my story is going to go: I don’t know if it will ever be published or if it will only be something I leave behind for my children to read some day. What I do know is that I need to be faithful in the little bit of writing I do each day. And leave the rest to God.

*I wrote this blog post two years ago. Looking back, I see that God was preparing me for where I am now. So if you are feeling discouraged, know that God is working, even if you can’t see it 🙂


5 Responses to Writing in the Dark

  1. Jennette September 5, 2012 at 7:23 am #

    Awesome post Morgan! Funny, today I was posting on detours. I should link it. 🙂 On one hand it’s kind of weird reading something and then finding out its two years old. Although the wisdom there hasn’t changed.

    • Morgan L. Busse September 5, 2012 at 4:15 pm #

      I still sometimes feel like I’m writing in the dark 🙂 I have no idea what God has planned for my writing, who He is going to reach with it, or anything else associated with writing. I just keep doing it. Trust me, there are days I still want to put it all away permanently lol.

  2. Kristen G. Johnson September 5, 2012 at 2:18 pm #

    Thank you, Morgan! This really encourages me. I have a two and a half year old, and it seems the time to write is often non-existent, or if I do get some time, just when I fall into the groove, I’m out again by a request for milk or a diaper needs changing. Just gotta keep goin’!

    • Morgan L. Busse September 5, 2012 at 4:17 pm #

      I totally understand! There was a period where I kept my laptop on the dryer and wrote while I folded laundry (I always seem to come up with ideas while folding laundry). I can tell you one thing: the kids grow up. The days are long, but the years are short. I did not want to miss out on my kids due to writing, and I am so thankful that I waited until now. I kept telling myself the writing will always be there, but my children will not.

  3. J M Gallagher September 7, 2012 at 12:38 am #

    “yeah, its hard to work on something for years and find out you’re not quite there yet”

    This and the title spoke to me. Completely where I’m at now. Thanks for the encouragement!

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