It Takes a Village
It’s true what they say: It takes a village to raise a manuscript.
Okay, no one actually says that, but it’s true nonetheless.
Over the last year, I have poured countless hours (and cups of coffee) into Capacity, the first installment of my dystopian trilogy.
It’s my baby, and I try my darndest to take good care of it.
But I’m definitely not the only one who’s contributed to the nourishing and flourishing of this project.
Each Saturday morning, my husband—the rightful captain of our marriage, though he disputes that fact—spends special “Daddy Daughter” time with our girls so I can roll up my sleeves and get to work.
Each week, my Writing Buddy (and the best Writing Buddy in the world, I might add) looks over new chapters, and pours out great insight as to how to make them stronger.
And, I’m lucky to say, one morning each week, a family member graciously takes care of my kids so I can spend time with imaginary people.
It’s through the collaborative efforts of this small but powerful village that Capacity has grown and strengthened. Without you all, it would still be struggling through its first plot twist.
But, because of you, the 325-page manuscript is in the hands of my alpha reader. My husband. My champion. The one who gets a sneak peek into every aspect of my life, whether it’s beautiful or in need of critique. We have even designated one night each week to “Reading Time” after the kids go to bed.
And you know which book he’s choosing to read?
That’s a pretty cool feeling.
But, best of all, it’s a great reminder that Capacity—and my writing career in general—is out of my hands completely and in the hands of someone else. Not simply the Alpha, but also the Omega. I have received His love and blessings on this journey already, and even if His ultimate vision differs from my own, I cannot wait to see where He will lead me.