What Heaven is for Me

I would like to say that I've been so busy writing or editing or working with my agent/editor that I haven't had time for blogging, but to be completely transparent, I have been in a slump. Every time I log in to the computer, I think, "I need to go through this part of my manuscript" or "I should write a blog post about this," but I haven't had the strength nor determination to do so. To be quite honest, I've not only hit a writer's block, but a whole mountain. 

It's hard not to see your novel progressing anywhere.

It's hard to receive rejections time and time again, wondering if your writing is inadequate, or if the agent really isn't interested in your story.

Either way, I decided to write about something that makes me happy. Because that's one of the primary roles of writing, to bring joy.

I wanted to write about what Heaven is for me. 

Heaven is hearing the tiny pitter-pattering of footsteps early in the morning, just as the sun begins to peek through the shades, only to follow with my little girl rubbing her tired eyes and smiling to me as she comes into my room.

Heaven is a quiet night with my wife, talking, dreaming, or reminiscing about our travels together. Sharing a brownie, watching a movie and laughing together, or even just doing our own things but being in the same room together.

Heaven is the dream that one day I will get the call that I have an agent, someone who will fight tooth and nail for the story I am just as passionate about.

Heaven is sitting down in a Barnes and Noble, sipping some Starbucks while picking up whatever book grabs my attention nearby. Just the mere idea and act of having the time to do such a thing is a dream of the past.

Heaven is coming home to receive a dowsing of tiny hugs and kisses from the ones I love most. Even after the most tiring, most demanding day of work, anything bad that had happened in the day is instantly left at the door.

Heaven is watering my garden, watching the green little sprouts grow into giant fruit-producing plants and then eating the harvest.

Heaven is the peace that comes when everything in my life is just right, and I know that God is happy with me.

Finally, Heaven is being able to sit down and just write. About anything.

Have a great day, and do some writing if it has been a while.

-C