I’m not sure how it happened but I wrote “The End” last week. It felt like it would never happen. I have spent the last 9 months writing very sporadically. I guess it’s my book baby? To be honest, I wasn’t expecting this stage would come in January of 2020. The ending just flew out of me all of a sudden in the last two weeks.
I rewrote and added onto the beginning too. So I think I have crossed the 50k word milestone, which feels major (even though that’s considered a small book).
There are parts of the draft I feel really proud of. Other parts, however, I basically wrote a glorified outline. So there’s a lot of work to be done. But I am very excited about being in the editing phase, finally.
I pushed myself away from editing so I could just finish the draft. Some writers like to do that and others edit as they go. I found myself wanting to edit as I went but told myself not to. Right now I feel good about that decision. My ‘glorified outline’ of a draft is a complete story – a complete thought. Now that the creative thinking regarding plot and character arcs is over, I can spend my creative thinking on the actual writing. How does it read? What doesn’t make sense because I was writing it at 11:30pm and half asleep?
I’m hoping to go through and revise/edit the entire book rather quickly so that the story is just a little more polished. Once I do that I will go through it again more slowly, maybe one chapter at a time or one page at a time and be really ruthless.
After I feel good about the editing I have done on my own I will seek the feedback of beta readers! I’m equally excited and scared about that phase.
Even though there’s so much to be done and I know the process won’t be easy or fast I am so happy that I’ve completed a draft. It just makes it feel so much more real. I’ve had a dream to be a published author since I was maybe in 6th grade?! And I’m on that road (hopefully self-publishing but I could change my mind)!
Hello friends! I apologize for the wonkiness of my website. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing my best. Sorry if it looks weird HA.
It’s NanoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month!). I am loosely participating. I am using it as a motivator and encouragement to continue working on my first draft of my debut novel. It’s been a while since I’ve worked on it and getting back into it has me a little nervous. I am taking the advice ‘just write’ and not get hung up over how bad it is. I know my writing right now is bad because I’m not trying very hard to make it great! LOL. Why am I writing then? I’m writing this draft as just getting the story out. Once the whole story is laid out I will then go back, re-read, cut-out/add, edit etc… and repeat that process probably many times.
I’m also still working towards what next steps to take with my single. I keep getting stuck. It is easy for me to feel discouraged and then I start to doubt. On a day when I am feeling discouraged about the process I listen to the song and I get nit-picky about how it could be better. On a good day when I am feeling hopeful and excited about prospects and full of ideas I listen to it and think it’s the best thing since sliced bread. It’s a weird place to be as an artist to have such different views of what you produce on any given day.
I thought I would share what I need and what’s next…at least what I think is next.
I have a vision in my head for what the music video should or could be like. I can picture most of it. So then I write down my ideas as if I am scripting the song. Line by line, what would happen? Then I tried to draw pictures of what I envisioned. I LOVE art and I love painting but the reason I like painting FURNITURE and not canvass is because I don’t have great technical or professional skills when it comes to freehand drawing from my imagination.
So I need a collaboration partner, an artist, a friend. I need someone who can catch my vision and help me storyboard a music video. Any ideas?
Once I have a really clear vision for a music video THEN I can move forward with planning the actual shoot (working with a videographer and finding a location etc etc…)
There is a lot that goes into this than I thought there would be.
I am not going to quit though. I am not going to get scared about the unknown. I am going to trust in the Lord. This whole thing is even a thing because God put something on my heart and I believe He has called me down this path.
So I will keep trying, keep knocking on doors, keep praying, and keep waiting, until the next step is more clear and I can move forward. I’m not giving up on this.
Things I am working on: priorities, seeing God in the mundane, experiencing Jesus in the mundane, worshiping God in the mundane.
Also, anxiety is a big struggle for me. I worry about big things and small things and sometimes it manifests physiologically. Sometimes my anxiety clouds my focus on Christ and I need to dig deep for the truth and refresh my heart and mind by His grace.
Read, pray, sing worship music. His grace covers my anxiety, it covers my disordered priorities, it covers me.
I pray that I can get to a point in my homemaking journey that I can enjoy each task purely because I am experiencing Jesus in it, not because I want to make someone else happy and not because it gives me an excuse to crank up my ‘cleaning music playlist’ (which is mostly Disney songs). Do your work in me, Lord.
“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
My flip-flops smacked where my kids dripped watermelon juice
from last night’s dinner and play-dough was caked to the floor. It was long
over-due for a scrub and would be an embarrassment if company came over to see.
So I got my bucket and scrubber, got down on my hands and knees and started to
scrub out all the neglected grime.
I got sweaty and determined to make it clean. Then I
realized something. I have neglected my dirty heart in the same way. I felt
almost a primal urge to scrub harder as I watched the colorful markings lift
When we are sealed as children of God, He does not ‘let us
go’ in the same way I was willing to let my floor go. He will scrub out my sin
no matter how much soap or water or elbow grease it takes. It might take a
while but He persists for His children. He wants us to be holy so that we can
be with Him.
The conviction in my heart over my sin overwhelmed me as I
scrubbed and scrubbed. Bubbles covered the floor and I prayed for God to scrub
out my sin, even when it caused sweat and tears and pain.
Then I wondered and imagined… if Jesus were to enter into my
home at that moment while I was bent over my floor with my disgusting scrubber,
what would he do? Would he find my state appalling or be disappointed or would
he say something?
No, Jesus would get down on his hands and knees, right next
to me, and would scrub my floor with me.
Why do I know he would respond like that? Because he, being the son of God, submitted himself to the most shameful of deaths for that time and endured not only physical pain but spiritual and emotional turmoil, all to save His people so we can experience a Holy, good, merciful, Father God. That, right there friends, is WHO I scrub my floor for and why it gave me joy. My chore became an act of worship and that’s exactly what He wanted me to realize in that moment.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a blog post here, which makes me sad. But I’ve found I’ve had very little energy to give to blog posts for the last couple of months.
Summer is in full swing and between a slew of graduation parties, end of year programs, family gatherings, travel plans, birthdays, swim lessons, etc… I have just been trying to stay focused on my family and enjoying the summer season while it lasts.
I have been trying to participate in #campnanowrimo this July which is a month-long writing sprint where you try to write a novel in a month. I’ve never participated in this online writing challenge before but it’s been good to help motivate me to add to my word count.
Even this challenge though is challenging to keep up with. It’s hard to find any kind of devoted time to accomplish something like write a book when being a full-time mom to three young kids. I know that even if I set unrealistic goals that I do not meet, progress is still progress, and I can’t put the same kind of expectations on myself that a full-time writer can.
My word-count is passed 30k and I’m on chapter 10 right now which is great. I’ve received feedback from my first two chapters from a few people which was so incredibly helpful. I know my first draft is going to suck and I’ve accepted that. My writing right now is not good… but this process is just getting the story out of my head and onto the computer screen. It’s about getting the story organized, developed, and having a plan. Once the first draft is done I can re-read, re-write, embellish, fill it out, make it pretty etc… and that’s just not the phase I’m in right now which is totally okay.
As for the song – it’s been recorded and I am waiting to schedule a time to add some choral/back-up singers for a couple of parts. I am loosely planning to have the song ready for release with a video sometime before October! We’ll see how things go with that.
I waffle between projects too… some days I get excited about the writing of the book and other days I get excited about the song (particularly the creation of a video to go along with it). I can’t just stick with one thing very long, I end up switching it up and my projects take turns.
Come August though I’m hoping to take a step away from writing and focus on reading (reading for pleasure, inspiration, and self-enrichment) as well as planning my homeschool year.
So… hopefully I can get a good chunk of writing done in these last two-ish weeks of July! WAA.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
I have always loved music and singing and when I was a kid I wrote a lot of poetry and would try to make up songs to go with the poems. But I haven’t done anything like that in years. Well, I’ve had this tune (and even some of the words) in my head since I was a pre-teen. I always thought it was catchy and fun and could make a great song and never forgot that melody. A few months ago inspiration hit and I no longer had just an old idea for a chorus I suddenly had an entire song.
I can’t really explain how this happened. The words flowed and the verses and a bridge just evolved. I would hum or sing it while washing dishes and jot down lyric ideas late at night when I should have been sleeping or at random times while out places on my notes app.
I awkwardly plunked the notes out on my little keyboard (because I can’t even play the piano) and then one day I recorded myself singing it with my phone and then nervously sent the video clip to some friends who are musicians.
From then on this process of producing ‘a single’ has gone very smoothly so far. I feel like I have absolutely no idea what I am doing but thankfully my friends know music engineering and have been amazing to work with.
I am getting so excited to share this song with the world. But I don’t want to share too much because I want it to speak for itself. With this tune in my head and words that just spilled out I could feel deep down in my bones that God was going to do something with this song. It’s exactly like Victor Hugo’s quote. It is impossible for me to be silent.
Up until recently, I’ve actually felt extremely shy and afraid about singing this way. I am 100% comfortable singing in choirs (which I haven’t done since high school but I loved it!) and I’ve sang solos in musical theater (again, not since high school) and I’ve had the joy to sing occasionally on our church worship team. But most, if not all, of that singing was sung with my ‘head voice’. I like to call it my choir voice.
But, the kind of singing that really moves me, and the voice I use for when I really want to pour my soul into it, is my chest voice. This is also called a belting voice. For whatever reason, I’ve been afraid to sing in front of other people using this voice, even though it’s my favorite style of singing.
I actually think singing in front of my kids since their births have helped me get more comfortable singing in front of others. I don’t really fear their judgment because they might not know yet what is supposed to sound good. Except for when one of them asks, “Mom can you stop singing already!?” then I feel self-conscience again. Hah.
But I’ve been wondering why God would put this desire in me, a desire that has recently gotten stronger? Is singing/songwriting a way I could bring glory to God? And when I randomly decided to give this old song idea a little bit of time, it was like I was receiving a big resounding YES.
So, right now, I’ve sung my song in front of a few friends and my hubby and kids. I was still nervous. But I’ve been seeking the Lord in the process of stripping away my silly fears and just focusing on doing what I believe I’m being called to do.
The song has been arranged and recorded but there are a few adjustments yet to be made. I can’t believe how FUN this process has been.
What I am seeking the Lord for next in this is a videographer. We (me and the music team/friends I’ve been working with) feel that this song would be best shared and more powerful with a nicely produced music video.
It’s a bit out of my comfort zone (but again a lot of this has been!) but I really am hoping and praying for the right videographer to work with for this project.
So, here’s how you can help: subscribe to my blog or follow me on one of my social media accounts so I can update you about the progress AND more importantly: share this blog post with your friends and help me spread the word. For anyone interested I can share privately a little more detail. I just want to plan a big reveal/release for everyone when it’s all done.
If you are a videographer and I’ve piqued your curiosity you can email me at jessica @ kartis . online
Thank you so much for reading this!
I have to give some shoutouts now and thank all the people who’ve been a part of this: My husband and kids, Ian, Elizabeth, Doug, Milo & Rachel – you know who you are. You all rock.
So I was in the depths of despair at the airport gate. I had to calm down and start figuring out what I was going to do next. Many phone calls later I found myself sitting in the airport I was supposed to be flying out of waiting for my sister to pick me up again.
My only option was to wait until the following day and catch the same flight again. It’s not easy to find alternative flights out of a place like Hawaii… they only do so many a day. So, I spent one more night at my sister’s place and then headed to the airport the next morning a good four and a half hours early this time!
When I landed in San Francisco I was supposed to be switching airlines and making a connecting flight to Minneapolis. Well, that flight was’t happening again until Sunday (it was Friday). So, I waited at the airport and had planned to attempt to fly standby for a different airline which would take me to Dallas and then to Minneapolis. This gate was busy but there were a few open seats on the plane. I had no idea what kind of chances I had of getting on that plane were. I just knew I wanted to get home and the sooner the better.
As an anxious mom missing her kids and flying alone, sitting at that gate waiting to find out if I would make it on or not was agonizing. And sure enough… I did not get on.
It was then around midnight in San Francisco. I was so worked up and anxious that I wasn’t feeling tired. Plus, on Hawaiian time it was only a few hours earlier. I ended up walking around the airport, finding random quiet places to sit and read. Then I went to a coffee shop that was open all night and got a salad and a tea at 2:00am. Bless my dad who was awake during the night in Minnesota texting me and encouraging me when everyone else I knew was sleeping. I did some more reading and then when Nick was waking up I talked to him on the phone about everything that happened.
At about 4:30am I started calling hotels. But see… you don’t check into a hotel room at 5am with no notice… you have to pay for that night, so technically speaking I was needing two nights! I was getting tired and wanted to get out of the airport. I called several hotels nearby, explained my situation and none of them had open rooms or would let me check in that early.
So, I picked a hotel… and I just booked for the next night knowing that I had about 10 hours before I “technically” was supposed to check in. After I booked and paid for the room I got the airport shuttle to the hotel and showed up at the front desk.
I told the guy at the front desk, “I know I’m not supposed to check in this early but I just had to get out of the airport. I am happy to hang out in the lobby here and wait for a room to open up if something becomes available before my check in time.”
He replied, “Don’t tell anyone… but we have a room with a King size bed on the 8th floor open, here ya go.” And he handed me a room key, right then and there – at 5:30am! I swear he was an angel sent from above. I almost started crying!
“Wow. Thank you so much. You have no idea how thankful I am. This is the first thing that’s gone right in the last 2 days!” is what I said back.
In the midst of my distress, my agonizing to be home with my family, my exhaustion and loneliness, God gave me a nice big hotel room on the 8th floor with a view of the Bay for the price of 1 night that I got to check into 10 hours early.
I burst into tears just weeping and praising God for his provision in taking care of me. I felt humiliated that I had been so distraught and upset over the turn of events and I hadn’t been resting in God’s sovereignty the way I should have. I will never forget that moment I cuddled into the waffle robe after taking a hot shower and sank into that delicious bed thinking how undeserved I was of that gift, thinking how God orchestrated all of it just to take care of me.
I slept like a rock and went to bed around 6 in the morning. I woke up around 2 or 3 in the afternoon. I was still tired and felt like I could sleep more. However, I knew this was an opportunity to see a little bit of San Francisco while I was there. So I got ready and took a Lyft ride to the city.
The next few hours were so fun and exciting. My Lyft drivers were all very friendly and informative. The architecture and sights of the city and the bay were stunning. I got to see the Golden Gate Bridge, a beautiful Cathedral, and have a virtual guided tour of the Fairmont Hotel! (Also, huge thank you to my cousin who unknowingly became another instrument and blessing of God’s provision for me that day!) It was a joy to get a short but sweet taste of life and culture and the beauty of San Francisco.
After sleeping that night for only like 2 hours (jet lagged maybe?) I headed back to the airport… again like 4 hours early (when nothing was open yet! Anxious much!?) and awaited my second (or was it third?) chance to get home. It was Sunday morning, Mother’s Day. I was the first person to get checked in at the airline gate and the last one to get on the plane. But I did get on that plane. The airline agent chuckled at me as he recognized me from checking in at 4:00am sharp and then I saw him wave a friendly goodbye to me as I sat in my window seat.
The flight was okay. I tried to sleep but it was hard to get comfortable. But when that plane landed I felt so much relief and couldn’t wait to see Nick and the kids. I got to see Nick first as he met me at the airport. Then we went to my parents house where we reunited with the kids. We hugged, I cried, and we talked and then we napped. Then we went home.
God certainly grew my faith in some unexpected ways during this trip. What was supposed to be a fun, relaxing memory ended up being much more. Even though it was rough to experience and I hope nothing like that ever happens again, there was beauty in the chaos and God showed up so many times.
I felt Alicia’s story needed to be shared and she’s been wanting to share it too. She regularly posts updates on her facebook about HG awareness and updates about her daughter who is needing some pretty intense ongoing medical care. It was on honor to write the above linked blog post with her!
I want to share the link to her GoFundMe page as well. It would bless them greatly to receive financial gifts during this challenging time as well as your prayers for God’s sustaining grace in their lives!