One Part Calling, Another Part Compulsion

Not long ago, someone asked why I chose to pursue writing. Responses for how, when, and where came to mind, but why was more elusive. After a moment’s consideration, the only way I could describe it was: “It was one part calling, another part compulsion.”

Eric Liddell, portrayed in the film Chariots of Fire, said, “I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run, I feel His pleasure.” Now, I’m no runner, but fortunately, this principle applies to everyone. I know that when I write, I feel His pleasure. Some days behind the desk can be brutal but never worse than the days spent away, fighting this compulsion-calling. Continue reading “One Part Calling, Another Part Compulsion”

It’s That Time Again

Tomorrow–can it really be?–I’ll be winging my way to Colorado Springs for the Writing for the Soul conference. I’m so excited to learn, network, and meet up with friends.

If you’ve never been to a writer’s conference, it’s a paradoxical thing that wears you thin and fills you to overflowing at the same time. Before I’d ever been to one, I envisioned them as a sophisticated type of club meeting where stereotypical writers (tweed suits and librarian glasses galore) hobnobbed and gushed morning, noon, and night for an extended weekend. I was wrong–and happily so.

Imagine, if you will, a few hundred writers in one place, buzzing on five hours of sleep and as many cups of coffee, flitting from lecture to appointments to meals and back to classes. Conversation never, ever runs low. As I’ve heard a conferee describe it, it’s one of the few places where everyone around you understands that you sometimes kill off people in your head. Continue reading “It’s That Time Again”