MICHELE HUEY'S 'GOD, ME AND A CUP OF TEA:' Build each other up
December 07, 2013 10:50 AM

Special-Tea: Luke 1:39–45

So encourage each other and build each other up. – 1 Thessalonians 5:11 (NLT)

Last month I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this yearly event before. From midnight Nov. 1 to midnight Dec. 1, participants strive to write a 50,000-word novel. The novels I write are around 90,000 words, but I can still sign up. Fifty thousand words are more than half the manuscript.

Lest you get the idea that writing is some ivory-tower job and that I spent my days gleefully tapping away at the keyboard, eating chocolate and drinking tea, let me explain.

Writing is a gut-wrenching, ego-slamming, doubt-fertilizing job.

And it is a job. Just like with any job, you have to show up whether you feel like it or not. And many times — more times than I care to admit — I don’t feel like it.

The plot stalls, the characters go into a vegetative state, and I become what I call word-constipated. I look at the dust on my furniture getting thicker by the day, the clutter on my desk growing higher and more precarious with each day’s deposit of mail, and the hours my husband puts in at his job — for which he gets paid and with which he supports us — and wrestle with guilt.

I signed up for NaNoWriMo three years ago and Camp NaNoWriMo, for which I set the word count I want to achieve, this past July. Both times things were rolling along pretty good until mid-month, when life happened and the project stalled.

This year, I saw NaNoWriMo as a kick in my fiction-writing pants, a chance to get back on track. I spent a good part of October preparing to write, reading how-to books, blogs and articles, and working on the plot and characters.

But nothing would come to life unless I sat down and wrote.

And so I committed myself to writing 50,000 words in Getaway Mountain. With 23,191 words already written, at the end of the month I’d be three-fourths of the way through the manuscript.

But it wasn’t easy. Far from it. At one particularly word-challenged point, I wrote “This is the stupidest story! How can I even think I’m a writer? I’m kidding myself.”

That’s when the “come-alongsiders” kicked in and said, “You can do it!” Rebecca, Heather, Josh, Linda, Melanie and Barb, all Facebook friends, were just a few who encouraged me throughout the month. My husband, who tolerated quick and sometimes self-made meals and me holing up in my writing room for an entire weekend, said, “You’re on a roll. Keep writing.”

By suppertime Saturday, Nov. 30, I had written 50,485 words in November and met my goal.

But I couldn’t have finished without the come-alongsiders.

Mary, too, had someone come alongside her during a difficult time in her life: her kinswoman Elizabeth, the only person who would have believed her unbelievable story, who herself was experiencing a miracle.

Many people have come alongside me throughout my life, and not only during NaNoWriMo. And I wonder: How many have I come alongside?

Come alongside — Who needs you to come alongside them today?

Thank you, Lord, for the come-alongsiders. Show me someone who needs encouragement today. Amen.

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