The Story Behind The Name

You may have noticed it. The trend, or perhaps habit, that bloggers have of trying to make a writing themed blog sound... writerly (yeah, I know that's not a real word). We writers are word addicts. We want the title of our blog to be inspiring and as captivating as the title of a book. Yet, in the end, the title we choose must, most of all, say something about us as authors.

For months, as I've stepped back from the online world, I've contemplated the title of this blog. There were plenty of choices, just none that really stuck or inspired me. And after all, if the writer isn't inspired, no one else will be either.

Then it hit me. Why not allow the words I chose to speak for themselves. No trying to explain what I do; no whimsical poetic lines of wisdom; just the simple act of choosing words that speak to me. I do it all the time. I have a faith bracelet with charms on it that say things like "Believe" and "Hope."

Individual words hold a lot of meaning for my mom and sister and I. For many years, after being inspired by a ladies retreat, we three have chosen a word at the beginning of the year which highlights an area we feel God leading or teaching or working in our lives. It gives us direction for the new year. We've had words like Wait, Pray, Hope, Surrender, and Walk, just to name a few.

Up to this point, I've done something similar with my books (none of which are available to the public yet). With each book I write, there seems to be a main theme; a word that God directs me to focus on and weave into the story.

So you get the idea. Words inspire me.

What then, you might ask, is the significance of the words I chose for this blog?

Just wait. I'm getting to that.

First off we have the word "Dream."

Dream: (Noun)
1. An Aspiration; Goal; or Aim.
2. A vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.

I've always been a dreamer. When I was little I used to lay on the floor of my room with the windows open and my eyes closed and just listen to the sound of the wind in the trees. I liked imagining myself as a pioneer or an indian on the trail. As I grew older, my dreams grew and morphed into a love of writing. Everything you pursue in life starts with that - a dream or goal. My writing and blog starts with a dream too: the desire to inspire and encourage others with my words.


Next is the word "Journey."

Journey: (Noun)
1. A traveling from one place to another, usually taking a rather long time; trip:
2. passage or progress from one stage to another.

The word "Journey" is very close to my heart. It was the word for my second book. To me, it means the in between. Your aren't where you were, but you also haven't reached your destination. You're just, in progress. Working hard, but still having something to strive toward until you reach your goal.

For me, there are many things in my life that are in progress. My books, my faith, my family, my life... I look forward to seeing what God continues to teach me.

Lastly, we have the word "Soar."

Soar: (Verb)
1. To fly upward, as a bird.
2. To rise or aspire to a higher or more exalted level.

I've never met anyone that didn't have some sort of goal, even a small one.  We all have that desire to aspire toward something higher and greater.
When it comes to myself, I can make goals easily enough. Many of them I even achieve. But when it comes to my writing and letting others read about the inner working of my heart, I admit to a bit (or maybe more like a lot) of trepidation. Sharing my heart doesn't come easily. The image of a baby bird jumping from the safety of his nest for the first time comes to mind whenever I think of sending my writing out into the world.

I have three book drafts finished and am working on the fourth. And over the years, with the addition of each new completed first draft, I wondered why it was that God was asking me to wait. I have so many writing friends who seemingly write their books, wait about a year, and then edit and sell their manuscripts. Yet here I sit with three whole books waiting in the wings and the knowledge that it will probably be a few years still before I am ready to publish a book.

For a long while, I felt as if my wings had been clipped. My sister, as much as I love and support her, had been able to pursue multiple dreams. She had a cake business, several rather popular blogs, and taught knitting/crochet and sewing classes over the years. But me, I have seemingly nothing to show for my seven years of hard work except three and a half manuscripts. I often describe my writing as being like a bird on a pond. On the surface, it looks like I'm just sitting, but under the water, my legs are kicking and working toward a goal.

As I write this post, a cardinal sits on the railing of my aunt's porch; his vibrant red feathers being shown for all the world to see. That is what I hope this blog will be. Me, sharing my vibrant personality and life with all of you.

Someday, I'll finally take off and soar into the sky.  I'll jump from that nest and try my wings. Until that day, I'm still waiting in that nest, holding out for God's perfect timing and dreaming of the day when I will finally unleash my writing on the world.