Taking Editing to New Heights: Part Two by Ocieann.If you feel that nudge, that desire to put words on paper to tell a story then I say listen. My friends listened to God’s nudge to encourage.
Nichols listened to God’s nudge to tell me what was on her heart. Oh, it might take a while to get it completely unwrapped but when you do, prepare for blessings you never expected or imagined. When God gives you a gift there is no returning, or re-gifting allowed. But God is faithful, his people are faithful and every time I prepared to quit, the desire returned even stronger. Through all the ups and downs of those years-the rejections, the days when I wanted to toss my computer out the window, the looming sense of failure and questioning if I had actually heard God correctly back in the third grade all threatened to make me quit. So it only took a little over forty years to reach over-night success status. My dear friend Nancy Rue-our group leader, told Barbara about The Prayers of Agnes Sparrow. It was because of this group that I found my editor, Barbara Scott of Abingdon Press. I met a group of writers who bonded together to encourage and counsel and support each other. It was rough and took many years of writing and rejections until I hit what I consider the jackpot.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was a writer.īut, my road to semi-stardom was not paved in glitter. Nichols took me aside and said, “You have a gift for words.” It was at that moment I felt God’s presence as sure as any handshake or slap on the back. I was devastated and cried-embarrassing myself even more.īut that was when Mrs.
The moisture in my hands had totally smeared the pencil. And back then I had a sweaty palms issue so by the time I made it back to my classroom the story was gone. Nichols liked my story so much she asked me to go from classroom to classroom and share it with the entire school. I wrote about Martians who came to Earth to knock over Fort Knox and steal the gold. It all started in the third grade at Westbrook Park Elementary School.
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