My name is Regina and I am so excited to be here with you today, dear readers. I have published a contemporary Christian fiction. I have a non-fiction in mind, and I’m already working on a second contemporary Christian fiction. I also blog regularly, and I’m working on writing devotionals for several outlets.
I can hardly believe that I have been blogging as an author for over a year. Every Monday, except for one, since February of 2019 I have posted my thoughts here in cyberspace for anyone to read.
Tomorrow I am podcasting about my imagination process when I write, so I wanted to link a similar theme here on my blog. My interview with Sarah Letourneau in my post last week inspired me to write a poem about imagination and crafting characters for a story . . .
I set out to write my thoughts down this morning, because my circumstances are getting the better of me again. I didn’t intend to craft this into a post, but that’s what happened. My words are honest. Maybe my honesty can help you deal with whatever difficult circumstances you might be facing. We all long for peace in the midst of life’s storms. I feel like I am trapped in a continual squall. Read on to hear how I cope.
I wrote this short story many years ago. It follows an old-school, omniscient storytelling point of view, and portrays an allegory to the real Gift of Christmas. Like a physical present, which cannot fully be known or experienced without unwrapping it, Jesus and the gift of life he offers cannot be experienced unless it’s unwrapped and stepped into.
They say anticipating something can be more fun than whatever it is you’re expecting. Maybe. I try to recall a few times when I’ve looked forward to an event, a particular day, or a special occasion. Did I find more joy in the planning and expectation or in the main event? At times.
Over the years, writing has become my therapy. How I manage life and its trials has morphed with the passage of time, but my creativity has always been at the core of building a place I can release what is in me.