I went to the newspaper to be interviewed yesterday.
My friend Debbie, who is a big-wig at the paper (you know those adminstrative assistants do it ALL), came out in the lobby and we chatted for a second. Then Dean came out and asked if I was ready. We walked back through this huge room that is filled with cubicles of people talking on the phone, typing and doing all kinds of newspaper stuff. We passed a few offices and then arrived at his office. He had two chairs in front of his desk; he motioned for me to sit in one and then he sat down next to me and pulled out his little note pad.
Dean first interviewed me a few years ago when I had just started writing. I remember Dean came by the house for the interview. We sat in the living room and he asked me questions about how I had started this writing process. I had just returned from our Georgia Ladies Retreat where I had sold about 80 CDs and he shared my amazement at that fact! He seemed genuinely interested in what inspired my writing and after the interview, told me he hoped to hear more from me.
This time he began by asking what was different about my writing….I told him I hoped it was better…that I’m learning to write from a place of vulnerability that I couldn’t write from before. He asked me if I still had to sing a song in front of my church before I knew if it was good or not…..I told him that I’d pretty much learned the difference now between my “that’s awful” stuff, to “that works” stuff. He asked if I was where I wanted to be. That was a good one! It made me stop and think….and then I told him yes. If I had the last four years to do all over again, I wouldn’t change anything. The timing…the people…the events that have come together to make all this happen is just as it should be. And I can’t wait to open my eyes every day to see what God is up to next!
Random stuff: I was drying Paige’s hair for her tonight since she had a late shower. We put off some homework until after church and it was 10PM before she was heading to bed. She sat there, eyes closed while I dryed her hair. It brought back memories of mom doing that for me. There is nothing like the feeling of someone else drying your hair while you close your eyes and dream of sleep!
My maid didn’t come today. There are clothes in the dryer, crumbs in the sink and wet towels in the bathroom! O.K…….so, I don’t have a maid. But if she HAD been here today, she would be fired!
