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Do Books Choose Their Writers?

Last year, my wife, KWiz, and I watched the movie “Freedom Writers.” This year, we watched “The Great Debaters.” Both are unforgettable films. If you’re an aspiring writer who needs a reason to finish writing your book, please don’t wait to see either of these films. Both are amazing examples of the art of story-telling.

It’s true! Everybody has a story to tell. Some of you are extremely talented, gifted writers who can effortlessly employ the power of the written word to tell your stories. For me, writing is a struggle, which is why I started blogging last year. Have you ever wondered if there’s some secret formula or writing technique that will make one book sell better than another?

Can “talent alone” ensure the success of the books that authors allegedly choose to write? Who or what enables prolific writers to repeat the meticulous process behind the creative chaos that made your book a success? Does the timing of a book’s release play a significant part in its author’s ability to emotionally connect with one generation and not another? Do you believe that book sales, or the lack thereof, are an accurate indication of the perceived success or the failure of a book?

According to prolific author Paulo Coelho’s profile, “Slow initial sales [of The Alchemist] convinced his first publisher to drop the novel, but it went on to become one of the best selling Brazilian books of all time.

Have any of you ever pondered the possibility that the part you played did little to determine the success of your book? Did God’s sovereign will and perfect plan have anything to do with the success of your book? If yes, does it really matter whether or not an author chooses to employ “urban street teams” or “main stream” marketeers to promote a book that’s destined to become a national best seller? As writers, what part do we play in the books we author?

Do books choose their writers or do writers choose the books they pen? I had no desire to write a book before I began to pen Steppin’ Out Of The Darkness. I believe the book that I birthed chose me. I can still recall waking up in the middle of the night to write the first page of my big dream. Once I began writing it, I couldn’t stop. Whenever I felt inspired to write, I didn’t sleep much. I didn’t eat. I didn’t talk. Since I didn’t have anything to distract me, I just wrote. I constantly canceled or rescheduled appointments until the words stopped flowing from somewhere deep within the heart of my soul.

Am I crazy or has this ever happened to any of you? What did you do initially? Did you look around the room to see if you were all alone? Did you ignore the words you heard or did you heed the still, small voice that inspired you to believe that you could achieve something bigger than yourself? Did people laugh at you, ridicule you, and reject you when they heard about the genesis of your big dream? My mother and my wife stood by me at a time when I needed their love and support the most.

Writing Steppin’ Out Of The Darkness was an act of faith for me. I wrote on anything and everything I could get my hands on as evidenced by all the cardboard boxes still stuffed with the hastily scribbled notes that I stockpiled over the years. During those difficult days when I had no place to lay my head, I didn’t have time to feel sorry for myself. For reasons that still escape me, I refused to give up after the fall I survived.

Nevertheless, trusting God when nothing made sense wasn’t easy. To challenge myself to keep getting up and showing up for my street fight with Adversity, I started writing poetic essays. Writing literally saved my life after my business failed and I was forced to file bankruptcy. Because of the vision that God gifted to me, I had a plan that I could believe in. God’s unchanging love gave me hope during my darkest days. It’s true! Without a vision, people with no reason to hope will perish.

For reasons now known, “But by grace still go I” is not just some empty Christian phrase that I casually toss around to sound spiritual. If you’re a published writer, did your book choose you or did you choose your book? I hope this post has encouraged somebody to rise to your feet and inspired you to honestly believe that you can beat impossible odds with God’s help. If so, please let me know.

Copyright (c) 2008 by Roderick O. Solomon. All Rights Reserved.

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5 comments January 14th, 2008

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What Makes Your Mother So Special To You?

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!

My wife of 6 years and counting, KWiz, is also the Mother of our 3-year old gift from God. My Queen’s “Happy Mother’s Day” greeting and celebration will remain personal and private this year since this post is specifically about paying tribute to the special women who gave birth to us all. What makes your Mother so special to you? Here’s what’s so special about my Mom.

My Mother, has sacrificed so much to ensure that her four children always had a safe place to lay our heads. After graduating from LPN school, she frequently worked “double” and “triple” shifts just to make ends meet. No sacrifice was too great for my personal “sheroe.” She never complained to me about how tired she must have felt during her valley experience. She didn’t have to since I saw it in her eyes.

During Junior High School, I often cried while watching my Mother fall asleep sitting up at the kitchen table following one of her 24-hour marathons until I became old enough to get my first job at Comanche County Memorial Hospital in Lawton, Oklahoma. Because of her small stature, I would pretended that my Mom was my girlfriend from a rival school whenever she came to visit me at Mac Arthur High School located in Lawton.

My Mother’s love knows no limits. During my darkest night of the soul, my beacon of hope stood by me during the tough times. To this day, she’s still one of my most loyal, trustworthy friends. By the grace of God, the first wise “woman of substance” that I ever loved will celebrate her 70th birthday this year.

My Mother’s relentless “leadership by example” taught me so much about what it means to be a man, a friend, a husband, a parent, a person that the level of my gratitude towards this Queen of a woman is beyond words. As a sign of respect, I tip my hat to my Mother for making the opportunity possible for me to make my big dreams come true.

Mommy I love you now, always, and forever!! Happy Mother’s Day!!

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