Back in the Saddle

I'm not much of a horsewoman, but I enjoy a quiet ride now and again.

As a child, my grandmother would often take me riding. I loved being on the trails on the back of a horse. It was exciting and a little scary all at the same time.

I remember my delight the first time I was given the reins, and allowed to control the horse all by myself. A whole word of adventure open up for me. I was in charge. Of course, the horse was old and calm, and I couldn't have gotten it to trot if I wanted to, but that didn't matter.

That sense of wonder and adventure has stayed with me, and though I don't get to ride often, I still feel the same thrill when I sit in the saddle.

Writing gives me a similar thrill. When I put my fingers on the keyboard, I feel the same excitement. I've got the reigns, I'm in control, but this time I can go into a full out gallop if I want. I find so much joy in creating stories.

After a long dry spell, I'm again creating the stories that I love. It feels so good to be back in the saddle. It's exciting and a little scary.

I've missed this.

I truly believe that writing is God's calling for my life at this time. I wondered if that would change once my baby was born, but it hasn't. I still feel the draw of the story. I still feel the need to create. I can't ignore the gifts that God has given.

Within the last month I've started working on the revisions for my current novel project, Hope's Child. Things are moving slow, but they are moving. Each time that I work on the novel, it gets easier to get lost in it. I'm gaining momentum, and soon I hope to move from a walk to a trot, and eventually to a gallop.

My new job as mother takes most of my day. It is difficult to find the time (and energy) to write. But I have to. I've realized, if I don't make the time, I'll never have it. So, even now, as I write this post, my baby is in my arms.

Can I get that saddle built for two?