If you’ve ever wanted to be a writer, if you have a book in your head but not in your computer, if you don’t know where to begin or are wondering if it will ever end…welcome to the club.

2019 was the “Year of the Book”. I threw down the gauntlet on my office floor, and there it remains until my historical fiction is published. Or I am dead. One or the other. I recently gave it a good dusting. Then I drew a chalk outline around it. In case you’re wondering how this ends.

I enrolled in the San Diego Writers Ink  year-long Novel Writing Certification Program with the goal of learning the craft, exploring the industry, and relishing the company of other writers. It’s been quite an education. With a completed first draft in hand, 2020 finds me attending small groups for critique, rewrites, and polishing. Apparently, you can’t rush genius. Unless you participate in NaNoWriMo. When you do that, you take genius by the ear and hurl it through walls. Just for fun.

You are welcome to join me in this madcap adventure by signing up for The Novel Newsletter, below. Once a month, I share progress and procrastination, practical tips and performance anxiety. Meet my teachers, discover new books, and read excerpts from my draft, with opportunities for your feedback. At the moment, the novel is over 86,700 words and growing.

What’s this novel about, you ask? Here’s my developing synopsis as of December:

In Roman conquered Israel, two sisters break tradition to raise their baby brother and keep their home intact. Jesus’ rising ministry begins challenging the status quo, both personal and global. When their brother dies and Jesus resurrects him, the women must once again decide whether to risk violence, rejection, and losing everything they spent their lives fighting for, to protect Jesus.

Gad, the shepherd.

 

Ithamar and Ishvi work the date palms.

 

Figs, pomegranates, dates, olives, grapes…

 

Food is medicine.

 

And some things cannot be explained…