Too Much Homework is Overwhelming!

I haven’t forgotten that I need to write Part 2 of my last post, Blessed Reassurance.  But here’s the thing: I’ve just got too much writing to do at the moment.  I need to write:

  1. The script for a film about the missionary guesthouse that my apartment in Milan has become,
  2. The script for a PowerPoint about the ministry,
  3. A new post for the website’s blog, and
  4. Part 2 of my last blog post, mentioned above)

In addition to those writing tasks, I have 2 very big translation jobs:

  1. A book from Italian into English (due by the end of the summer) and
  2. Our corporate paperwork from English into Italian (due as soon as possible)

All this is just overwhelming me almost to the point of paralysis.

So, instead of putting off the blog altogether, I thought I would take a pleasant little detour today, and take you on a little guided tour into a writer’s mind—mine!  I have written 3 complete books (nonfiction), and 2 that I never completely finished (fiction—I lost interest ¾ of the way through), and several plays (3-5 acts) and skits, the majority of which have been produced in schools and/or churches.  That’s not bragging, it’s just establishing that I know a thing or 2 about writing.

my books2 of the 3–the only ones I own copies of!

Sometimes people tell me that they feel that urge to write, but writing a book just seems like too big a task.  It’s funny but, I found books to be the easiest thing to write.  Although by word count my plays are about a 10th the size of my books, they were much harder to write.  It was rewarding when they were done, especially when I saw my plays acted on the stage.  But writing, especially dialogue, was like do-it-yourself dentistry: painful and difficult.  Pulling the words out of my characters’ mouths was like trying to extract my own teeth with a rusty pair of pliers.  (How’s that for a colorful image?)

Books are not so hard to write if you break the task into small pieces.  The blog has helped with that—something I hadn’t imagined when I first started blogging just 3 years ago.  In addition, writing becomes easier if you make a regular appointment with yourself.  I try to write daily, but sometimes my heavy travel schedule makes it impossible to keep up with every single day.  One thing I found is that if you start to treat your writing time as an important appointment, you’ll find that your creative self will meet you at your desk, ready to write.  But you must treat your writing task as something important.  Turn off the phone, don’t answer the door, and close your web browser (unless you need to do research on the internet).

Beginning writers might find more success if they write things out with pencil and paper.  My first book was entirely handwritten before a word of it was put on the computer.  There is something about the sound of the pencil scratching across the page that unblocks the creative wells.  And, yes, even writing nonfiction is creative.  You have an incident that happened, but you choose how to shade it and frame it.

If you want to write, but don’t know what to write about, then take a look at what you like to read.  I have always preferred true life stories, how people overcame their circumstances by faith.  I think that’s why I lost interest in writing those 2 novels.  I just find real life so much more interesting, bizarre, and unpredictable.  Many of the things that have happened in my life are so strange that you simply could never make them up.  And the fact that they are true gives them a meaning that mere fiction could never attain.

It is extremely helpful to be a part of a writing group, that is, a group of writers that get together to support each other’s work.  The key word is support.  If the group you find is only interested in tearing each other’s work apart, then find or form another group.  The most helpful writing group I’ve been in was one in which each of us read what we had worked on that week.  Sometimes it’s only by hearing yourself read it aloud that you can notice things like run-on sentences and nonsensical phrasings.  The others then critiqued the writing, but always in kind and helpful ways.

In general, it’s not a good idea to share your writing with non-writers—at least not at first.  Non-writers usually don’t know how to tell you what works and what doesn’t.  Sometimes their comments will be a sweeping statement of disapproval, when in reality there is just a misplaced word or an awkward phrase.  The writing process has been likened to pregnancy and birth.  You wouldn’t give your newborn baby to an inexperienced and clumsy teenager, so you need to treat your newborn writing project with as much care and tenderness.

Editing is way more difficult than writing.  The most important ingredient for editing is time.  Put your writing aside for several weeks or even months.  That will give you fresh eyes to edit with.  So after reading your work to a writing group, making the changes suggested by your “midwives,” put it aside and work on something else or a different part of the project.  Then when you come back to it, you will be much more objective about what you’ve written.  Sometimes you’ll even be surprised by how good it is.

During the editing process, I like to add the sensory imagery that is missing from the first draft.  Sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste all add a dimension to the writing that will help your reader become engrossed in your writing.  Since my writing is nonfiction, this means going back in my mind to remember these missing elements.  Sometimes these come back to me in Technicolor, Dolby surround sound, and Odorama (does anyone else remember Polyester?).  Other times, I have to imagine what is missing.  But this is such an important element that I dare not skip this step, even if it’s difficult to remember.

So, there you have it: my writing process.  Oh, and one last thing: while praying the other day, the Lord showed me that this year I have been working on 2 books simultaneously—hallelujah!  God is good!

Encouraging the Encourager

Back in 1991 I took a Spiritual Gifts Test to see what gift of the Holy Spirit I had.  The result surprised and thrilled me: Encouragements.  Frankly, I would never have guessed it, but when I read the result I felt my spirit soar within me, thanking God and telling myself: “Yes, this is right and good!”  Second to that gift, and I believe closely tied, is the gift of Teaching.  At that time I immediately began teaching Sunday School in my son’s class of 3 and 4 year olds.  And I was his Sunday School teacher for most of his childhood.

I knew all along that God had something else in mind for me other than teaching Sunday School.  That’s not to say that it was wrong to teach Sunday School–and God bless Sunday School teachers everywhere, even if I wasn’t called to be one.  I believe that it’s because I immediately began exercising my Spiritual Gifts that God grew those gifts and added other gifts.  Eventually I began working in my true calling: to encourage missionaries in Europe.  When I began encouraging missionaries I had no idea that it was my calling.  All I knew at the time is that it was something I loved to do.  When God revealed to me that this was my calling my spirit soared even more strongly within me.  I was doing something I love doing, enjoying everything about what I was doing, so to have God confirm that it is my calling to do this pleasant and enjoyable work was really wonderful to know.  It was God encouraging me as I encourage His people.

Last night I returned from a brief visit with missionaries in Tuscany.  I try to check in with them every few months or so, but that’s not as often as I would like to do.  Nevertheless, one of them told me: “You have a talent for showing up right at the time when we most need your prayers and encouragement.”  I know that it’s not my talent, but the Holy Spirit creating an opening in my calendar for a visit there.

I’ve gone through a very tough time in the past several months, as some of you know.  God’s counsel to me has been: “Let these things go and concentrate on today’s tasks.  Stay connected to Me.”  And when I did that, He blessed me with those encouraging words from my dear missionary friends.  That’s my Boss!  He’s my Father and Friend, too!  He gave me the gift of Encouragement, and then encouraged me just when I really needed it.  God is good!

Summer—Time to Get Out of Town

Summer is not really my favorite season.  I pant like a dog, sweat like a hog, constantly push my glasses back up my nose, slather on sunscreen, and search for shade wherever I go.  I don’t paint a pretty picture, but it is unfortunately, a true one.

Milan is one of the most miserable places to be during the summer.  The asphalt and concrete turn the city into an oven without the slightest breath of wind.  You become used to the feeling of sweat-soaked clothing and the smell of mildew.  The drops of sweat periodically roll down your spine to join the larger pool at the waistband of your underwear.

With windows open, the street noise and mosquitos invade the house.  Happily, the skeeters don’t find me as tasty as most other people, but all it takes is one buzzing around my ear as I try to sleep.  I slap my ear and I’m wide awake again—with the mosquito untouched and returning just as I fall asleep again.  Car and building alarms sound for hours throughout the night.  The criminals are active because they know that there are fewer police around to respond.  Exhaustion eventually brings on sleep despite these disturbances.

The first several years that I lived here, I had to stay in the city for most of the summer, due to family obligations.  But now that I’m a missionary serving the whole of Europe, I have not only the opportunity, but good motives for getting out of the city during the summer months.  I wasn’t really thinking about what I would be getting out of when I set up this summer’s travel schedule.  But when I realized that I would be spending very little time in the city this summer, I was very glad to know I would be gone most of the time.  In fact, I’m leaving tomorrow.

God is good!