A Dream of a Writer’s Conference

I attended the Mount Hermon Christian Writers’ Conference a half-dozen times.

It was always an exhausting and exhilarating time.

I first attended the conference years ago at the encouragement of my old friend Debbie. I hadn’t seen Debbie in years, but she remembered I wanted to write books.

She sent me an email out of the blue suggesting I attend the Mount Hermon Christian Writers’ Conference. (I knew her when we lived in Monterey. Mount Hermon is just up the road from Monterey. The conference is now led by Vision Christian Writers.)

Be careful what you talk about in your youth–some people will remember. 🙂

I had no idea what to expect and was very nervous. I didn’t know a soul and was traveling far from home on a trip that felt indulgent.

Meeting two editors

After checking in, I wandered into the dining room. I randomly sat at a table with two women: Shannon Hill and Becky Germany.

They were editors, and we talked about what editors did. I brought up Maxwell Perkins and his outstanding work. They nodded politely.

I took a magazine-writing “track” (a series of morning classes) during my five days at the conference.

As a trained reporter and editor in college, I felt confident I could write a magazine article. I’d done it before. Roger Palms encouraged us, and his course reminded me I could write.

Unfortunately, the magazine editors that year were very discouraging.

A strategic prayer

As the weather deteriorated, I grew discouraged. It came to a head Sunday afternoon as I watched misty rain sift between thick green redwood boughs.

So, I prayed.

“You know, Lord, I don’t know why I came here. Maybe I should forget about getting published and just go home to raise my daughter.

It will be a bummer if I never publish a book. But it will be worse if I botch my daughter’s childhood.”

Just then, it stopped raining.

The clouds parted.

A beam of light split the clouds.

It did not hit me.

I started laughing. “Okay, God. I’ll take that as a yes.”

I cheered up considerably.

One of the speakers that year was writer T. Davis Bunn.  He mentioned that he wrote seven novels before he finally sold one.

I decided to use that erudite and skillful man’s experience as my marker. I wouldn’t worry about publication until I had written seven novels.

Then what happened?

So, I went home and raised my children. I practiced my craft. That year at Mt. Hermon, I found a part-time job in publishing. I attended more conferences and grew in my skills and confidence.

My daughter’s junior high years challenged and stretched me. I’ve always been thankful I didn’t have a contract during that time. I could focus on my family, and I got to “grow” in even more ways.

I’m glad God took his time.

And when I got discouraged, I remembered that sunbeam and those seven novels I needed to write.

I got my first contract, for A Log Cabin Christmas Collection, the day we drove our daughter to college.

Becky Germany was my editor.

I’m not sure if it was the seventh project I’ve written, but it was close.  🙂

God puts dreams into our hearts and asks us to hold them lightly.

Giving them up to God to be used to His glory was easier, knowing I “sort of” had a promise.

My children, especially my daughter, are total delights. I’ve been published eleven times now.

Almost all the good things that have happened to me professionally have been the result of attending that writers’ conference.

That, of course, and God’s peculiar blessings for me.

Has God given you any promises? What dreams do you hold lightly? What God-given dreams have come true?

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