This is another installment of the Christian Writers Blog Chain. The topic for the month of July, 'Freedom', selfishly inspired by the 4th of July USA holiday celebrating our declaration of independence from Great Britain in 1776. To read more articles and posts from the CW Blog Chain members, navigate through the links on the right, or those at the end of this post. ________________________________________
The word Freedom means different things to people depending on their history, their community and culture, and their perspective on life and living. It could mean independence from someone or some job or responsibility. Or it could encompass the simple idea of free will to complete your desire, to change the path of your life's story. There are so many possibilities to the word, and its meaning is so broad that I procrastinated on writing my blog until last evening.
Until my drive home from work.
I ruminated on the reasons why my writing production had fallen so drastically. At first the time to reflect and consider seemed a God-send. But after awhile even that motivation molded into a listless bit of nothing. Oh, I continue to occasionally think about this scene, or that twist, or this possible re-hash of the beginning, but the moment I arrive at home all thought or desire of actually working on my projects has vanished.
So, I began to question why.
Why do I believe I have no special talent or ability for writing? Why do I feel my fiction doesn't offer much to anyone other than myself or my family? Like many writers, the passion for creating characters and worlds and stories has grown with me from before my memory. Why would I now allow that passion to wane into a torment that would coerce me into giving it up?
While there are many possible reasons - including the possibility of spiritual attack to keep my stories from reaching those eager to hear the Christian message presented in fiction - one rang clear in the forefront of my mind, I had allowed myself too much 'Freedom'.
Instead of holding myself to a task or a goal on any level, I made the mistake of giving myself the supposed freedom to do whatever my heart desired. With the lack of any clear direction, my mind and inspiration soon grew too overwhelmed with the infinite possibilities to make a decision and a goal and then move forward. So I did nothing, comfortable in the fact that I utilized my long commute to/from work to hash out a clear picture of my romance rewrite.
Yes, it is good that I am using the time for something other than listening to music or letting my mind wander. However, what about the after? When I arrive at work, or at home, am I putting my thoughts into the computer or onto paper? Not like I should. Distractions were allowed to rule my heart and my inspiration.
I have done the one thing writers are to never do, grow complacent.
My time isn't being spent reading, or writing, or studying... my gift of freedom to myself has been squandered because I did not assign myself goals. So, when I did not experience the enticing euphoria of completion or accomplishment, my mind began to wander to lesser distractions.
Once complacency had a foothold, laziness soon followed.
Though stories and characters and conflicts cried out for resolve and the breath of life, their dismay did not tempt me. Instead, I began to feel even more pity for myself. Woe is me. I have all this time to write and yet I do nothing... wait... what? Why am I feeling sorry for myself when I am the one letting me slip into the mire of idleness? Why am I expecting pity when I am the one allowing NOTHING to happen?
I have the freedom to place my mind on the path of a goal. Or, I have the freedom to set aside my pen for a vacation of refreshing, no strings attached. It is my freedom of will and thought that allows me freedom for thought and creation. But I must always remember to respect the power of a goal on that freedom. Boundaries and goals help guide us, they are not a limiter. If anything, they swing wide the door of motivation because we see an end that welcomes the pride of accomplishment.

Other participants in the ChristianWriters.com Blog-Chain
- 7/1: Lynn Mosher, Heading Home
- 7/3: Brian Jones, Alambraidria
- 7/4: Traci Bonney, Tracings
- 7/5: Debra Ann Elliott, Sticks and Stepping Stones
- 7/6: Carol Peterson, From Carol's Quill
- 7/7: Cindee Snider Re, Breathe Deeply
- 7/10: Keith Wallis, wordsculptures
- 7/11: Liberty Speidel, Word Wanderings
- 7/12: Terrie Thorpe, Light for the Journey
- 7/13: Nona King, Word Obsession
- 7/14: Chris Vonada, I'm Just Thinkin'
- 7/16: Scott Fields, Dead Man Writing
- 7/18: Michael Galloway, Horizons
- 7/19: Adam Collings, The Collings Zone>
- 7/20: Victor Travison, Lightwalker's View
- 7/21: Edward Lewis, Sowing the Seeds
- 7/22: Sarah Grace, Write-Minded
- 7/23: Anita Estes, New Life Dialogue
- 7/25: Chris Depew, The Beulah Land Blog
- 7/27: Tracy Krauss, Expression Express
- 7/28: Marilyn, Life 101 Understanding It All
- 7/30: Chris Henderson, TheWriteChris
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11 But when Christ appeared as a high priest of the good things to come, He entered through the greater and more perfect tabernacle, not made with hands, that is to say, not of this creation;
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For some, new and old, this blank page is that first, gaping step into the discomfort zone. It is the leap into the maw of the unknown. We've dreamed about it, agonized over it, and dedicated ourselves to the journey beyond the terror of that first paragraph. For others, the blankness is little more than an annoyance. It might entail only a mocking whisper as they tap their pen against the starkness, searching their mind for that first poignant sentence.


