Hello! Maureen Pratt here for my monthly CAN blog contribution. I’ve just returned from the dentist, so am even-more-than-usually delighted to be here (she writes, grinning with those newly repaired pearly whites)!

To be completely honest, although not exactly fun, my unexpected detour to drill-land has inspired my topic this month: Drastic measures for drastic situations. That is, what do you do when every trick, technique, and type font has been exhausted and you’re still not happy with what you see pouring forth on the page? Do you abandon the project (not easy, if you’re on contract and deadline)? Do you put the project aside and work on something else, praying that the subconscious will percolate behind the scenes? Or, do you do something else?

How does this relate to a trip to the dentist? Well, today, I went in to see what could be done about small chips in my front teeth, the result of years of major medications to treat all of my many chronic illnesses, as well as Sjogren’s Syndrome, which causes extreme dry mouth, among other things. Instead of getting right to work, my wonderful dentist enumerated the possible fixes. One was benign (“let it be”), one was a moderate repair that could last for quite awhile. The third option was the most extreme.

“It’s really very extreme,” she said. “And I don’t think this situation is that extreme.”

Praise God! And, bring on option # 2!

As she worked away on my tooth, I began to work away on my (this) blog. I’ve written before about things that might be helpful when characters run amok. But this time, I thought about the times when I’ve seemingly “hit the wall” on my work-in-progress. Setting, characters, underlying tone – sometimes these have gone awry to the point where the road ahead seems blocked with a huge “do not pass” sign. (Not to be confused with ‘writer’s block,’ this is a time when words are pouring forth, but just not for the same story as the one you’re supposed to be writing.)

At such times, I’ve turned to prayer, specific prayer for the specific writing situation: “Lord, is this project right for me, at least for now?” or “Lord, please show me the way, or at least please update my GPS!”

Next, I’ve gone back to my original premise, characters, outline, or inspiration and held these up to where I am with the project. It can be painstaking, but very useful to force yourself to look at everything you’ve written from those early kernels through the prism of the start. Is everything tying back to the beginning? If not, what needs to change, go, or remain?

Another thing to do is exercise. No, not writing exercises. I mean walking, running, playing tennis, golfing, aerobics – something physical that forces the brain to use different “muscles.” Instead of hand on keyboard or pen, put hand on basketball, or, if you’re not athletically inclined, vacuum cleaner or mixing bowl, which can be athletic endeavors, too. Exercise always helps clear my head, give me a fresh outlook and my subconscious time to regroup.

Talk to people you’ve already interviewed (if this is a non-fiction work) or to people who know nothing about your subject. Try to explain what you’re trying to do. See what questions they have and gauge what you have or have not put into your work thus far (this is always helpful). If you’re writing fiction, talk to your characters. Okay, this is a tick farther up on the drastic scale, but I actually find it very illuminating. Take your characters to the store, to a historic site, or just sit at your kitchen table and chat. Don’t mind if others look at you and shake their heads; it is a blessing and an honor to be gifted with storytelling, and sometimes the creative process just seems odd to others, but not to us!

The most drastic thing that I have done, only reserved for absolutely drastic situations, is to completely and utterly erase everything I’ve already written. Yup, the proverbial “computer crash.” I discovered this tool when my computer really did crash once years ago. Could not find the backup, let alone past versions of my work-in-progress, which was, at the time, under contract. After my initial shock, I had no alternative but to rewrite everything. It was a drastic situation, alright, and a drastic measure to have to rewrite the piece. But it actually turned out much better than it had been going along initially. And so, on those rare occasions when I need to do something drastic with my current writing project, I recall and sometimes employ this “measure of last resort,” as hard as it is to press delete and empty the recycle bin!

“Back in the day,” trips to the dentist were much more onerous than they are now (usually). Today’s visit turned out to be minor on the scale of discomfort, and all’s well, thanks to dentistry’s new tools of the trade. “Back in the day” of typewriters or writing longhand, it wasn’t possible to “lose it all,” unless you had a voracious dog or dared take your pages through the shredder (but even then, it probably wasn’t a cross-cut, and you could tape it all back together). Today, however, sometimes the dreaded “crash” is actually a blessing in disguise – a way to start completely afresh while retaining what’s most important from the good work you’ve done already.

Blessings for the day!






Christine Lindsay Author picOh look at me. You…whooooo, look at me!!!  I’m over here. I’m the one waving a banner
over my own head. I’m the one shoving my picture in your face.

Do you ever get just plain sick of doing this?

As writers it is so necessary to market. We know it’s part of being a
good steward of our ministry. And we’d all much rather be writing our inspirational
books to encourage readers in their faith, than having to infiltrate the market
through Twitter, Facebook, Linkedin, Google, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But we have to do it, no matter how against the grain it rubs.

This discomfort gets increasingly worse when we have a new release. And
it seems we need to push forward our front cover pictures, author pics, book
trailers, whatever.

I become increasingly embarrassed with each successive shove of my stuff
forward, and I start to withdraw inwardly.

That inward withdrawal has become a place of rest, because the only
place I can find comfort from the chafing of marketing is in sitting quietly
with the Lord.

I like to think of walking up the mountain with the Lord Jesus after He’s
had a busy day speaking to the multitudes. Mind you, He didn’t shove His face
forward like I have to do. He always directed His followers to worship God the

Still though, I like to walk up the mountain with Him, and sit down. Say
nothing for a while, just rest in the fact that He has promised to never leave
me. Let the high-up fresh air blow through my hair. Whisk away the strain of
publicity and marketing.

And just be with Him.

“Be still and know that I am God,” He says.

Then I can talk to Him, and tell Him how I really feel. That I do get a
rush of adrenaline when I see my face out there, when I see my book cover out
there. That after my speaking engagements are over, and people come forward to
chat or have me autograph a book for them, I do get a rush of . . . of what?

Oh dear Lord, is it pride?

Please let it not be so.

Surely it’s just adrenaline? Surely, it’s just the joy of knowing that the
speaking part is over and You did an amazing job of encouraging the listeners,
the readers.

But part of me sighs deep down. I think there is a stain of pride. There
is something inside me that did enjoy that few minutes of fame. That I liked

And that is when I must look my Lord Jesus in the face, and say, “I’m
sorry. How utterly silly of me. Let me just look at You for a while, and listen
to You, and let You cleanse my foolish soul.”



Hi, Sherry Kyle here, encouraging you from my laptop in
Central California.

Have you ever said
Author photo 2:13 something you later regretted? Maybe
you wrote something you wish would disappear from cyber space. Or maybe you were
the recipient from someone’s harsh criticism. I relate to each one of these. I’m sure you do too. 

As authors we also put our characters through
difficult relationships. The only way our characters will grow is if they go
through conflict. After all, life is complicated and messy. Right?

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By: Janet Perez Eckles


Anybody out there dizzy like I am? Are you being bombarded by offers, suggestions, advice, luring seminars, and workshops—all to expose your writing, enhance marketing efforts and boost sales?

Confessing…I’ve been caught in the gotta-try-that frenzy. Most of us are dashing here and there, hoping to get that platform built. Eager to get our books promoted. Trying to get that door to open, one that will make our work soar to the top. Trying to book that big speaking engagement. Trying, trying till we collapse in bed, our head exploding with endless possibilities—too many to try. And some, too expensive to accept.

So, what to do? How to dodge the firing of internet luring. I just came up with five practical steps, simple to follow. And with a bit of diligence, will bring serenity to the internet insanity.

1. Begin the day with prayer for God’s wisdom—abundant wisdom to choose, evaluate and discern.

2. Be careful. Is the offer sounding too good to be true? It probably is.

3. Be prepared. Is the lure touching your emotions with wording: “only three spots left; act now and save…offer only today.”

4. Be bold. Check out input from trusted fellow authors and speakers. They will share their experience, giving valuable insight.

5. Be faithful and embrace this truth: in the midst of endless offers, God offers His grace to accomplish what we cannot.

At the end of the day, you can put your head on the pillow of peace, and having made Godly-wise decisions, your heart will echo, “All is well with my soul.”


Cheering you on to experience life, harvest its lessons and share their outcome.

Although blind, Janet Perez Eckles inspires you to see the best in life. With her #1 Amazon best-selling release, Simply Salsa: Dancing Without Fear at God’s Fiesta, she inspires you to look beyond a complicated world to find the simplicity of God’s joy and success.


Sherry Kyle, author

Hi, Sherry Kyle here, writing to you on my laptop from
Central California.

I prayed fervently on my way to the Capitola Mall on
Saturday. The direction of my prayer went something like this, “Please, God,
help me to be a listening ear to those who need encouragement coming into
Inklings Books &Things. Help me plant a seed for Christ. And if I sell a
few books, well, that would be nice too.” I wasn’t nervous or anxious at being
the featured author at my neighborhood bookstore. Instead I was eager to see who
God would bring my way. Here are three stories that I hope bless you as much as they blessed me:

The first couple I spoke with was a quiet, older pair. They
gingerly picked up my books and looked at the back covers, saying they didn’t
know a child they could give The Christian Girl’s Guide to Style to and usually didn’t read books like Delivered with Love. “Thank you for taking a look,” I said, smiling. After we talked a few minutes, they moseyed to
another part of the store. It wasn’t long before the woman came back and
expressed her interest in writing poetry and her desire to publish one day. After
finding out she was a Christian, I took the opportunity to tell her about Mount
Hermon Christian Writers Conference. Before Catherine left, she thanked me for
all the information and signed my mailing list.

Inklings signing








Raul, a twenty-six year old young man, was the next person
who came by. “Are you an author?” His face lit up and he extended a hand. “I’ve
never met a real author before,” his voice rose in excitement. After shaking
his hand, we talked like two people who share the same
passion for books. I discovered Raul loves “paranormal” books, a far cry from
what I write, but it didn’t matter. I was able to encourage him to pursue his writing

A woman named Carol walked right up to the table and said,
“I love supporting local authors.” It didn’t matter what my novel was about she
wanted to buy it. As we chatted I discovered she had a brain injury, which
prevented her from writing. I found out she taught creative writing years ago
and had a story idea that she felt had never been done before. Her eyes
clouded when she shared the image that sparked her imagination. She wanted to
write again, but was afraid. I told her
that before I write I pray to God to help me because
I can’t do it in my own strength. I also asked her if she would consider
writing an article instead of a novel—something possibly more doable for her. After
I signed her book she thanked me for listening and told me I was worth my weight
in gold.

On my way home I thanked God for answering my

We can and do make a difference. Praise God!

Do you have a similar book signing story? Please share.