Watch what you research!
by Mary L. Hamilton
My husband, Wayne, doesn’t quite know what to make of my turn to the dark side as I write mystery/suspense stories. But when I was trying to figure out a good place to hide a body in our area, he arranged a meeting with a man he knows who has worked as a police officer in our area off and on for thirty years. For thirty minutes, this friend and I discussed ways and locations for disposing of dead bodies, while Wayne listened and wondered what had happened to his sweet, innocent wife. Finally, after I’d learned fifteen different ways to dispose of a body, my interviewee looked at Wayne and said, “If something happens to you, we’ll know who to look for.”
Not long after that, Wayne received a text message from his friend early one morning asking him to call ASAP. Upon answering, his friend sounded relieved.
“Oh good. You’re still alive,” he said. He’d found an obituary in the newspaper for a man approximately the same age and the same name as my husband. But what made it even stranger was the deceased’s parents’ names–Wayne and Mary Hamilton!
¬†Watch what you research! ūüėČ
Mary L. Hamilton, Author
Rustic Knoll Bible Camp Series
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BobHostetlerBob Hostetler here, offering another prayer for writers:

Abba, Father, Lord God,
thank you that I can type so fast,
that the internet makes research relatively easy (if dangerous),
that I can work at home or in a coffee shop.

Thank you that I can send manuscripts and galleys via email,
that I can quickly search a document,
that I can access, order, and download books online.
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Funny Headlines ‚ÄĒ that need better editing, lol.

Take a look at these headlines and tell us what you would have written…

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The Naked-Fear Dream By Sydney Avey

Dreams come out our deepest anxieties. In a classic fear dream, you stand naked in a public place and no one hands you a cover-up. Often this dream calls you to face the unknown with a sense of confidence.

It was not my dream to sing on a praise team. I’ve been hiding in the church choir for years, but our choir aged and our numbers shrank. When the choir disbanded, I found myself on a small worship team…behind a microphone…in front of guitars and drums. Now I could really be heard!

Praise music and hymns have different rhythms. Contemporary worship songs go places I can’t always predict. It‚Äôs a challenge¬†to invite our¬†congregation into an experience¬†I‚Äôm unsure about. Like a job retraining program, it requires new ways of thinking.

One Sunday after I‚Äôd missed rehearsal, a string of unfamiliar words appeared on the screen. I had no idea how to sing them.¬†A still, small voice whispered, “Give yourself to the music. It’s a conversation. Sing it that way.”

In business, we refer to that sudden clarity as a paradigm shift. A song vocalized in a conversational tone instead of poetic meter becomes an informal prayer. One musical expression isn’t inherently better than the other. They are different worship experiences.

Singers unsure of their voices often step back from the microphone. ‚ÄúLean into the mic,‚ÄĚ our worship leader says. ‚ÄúThe farther away you get, the more the sound¬†distorts.‚ÄĚ

As a writer I‚Äôve learned when I step back in fear, my writing loses power.¬†But I can lean in with confidence, ¬†‚Äú‚Ķfor the Holy Spirit will teach you at that very time what you should say‚ÄĚ (Luke 12:12 NIV). The Naked-Fear Dream no longer has the power, I do.

Sydney Avey, Author

Sydney Avey, Author

Sydney Avey is the author of three historical fiction novels that explore the passions that drive women to live unconventional lives. She enjoys theater, travel, and choral singing. She and her husband divide their time between the Sierra foothills near Yosemite, California, and the Sonoran Desert in Arizona.

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Can anyone relate???

 

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