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Connect the Dots

The best time-filler for a coloring book - beyond coloring, of course - was connect-the-dots. I liked those projects simply because I enjoyed seeing what the image would turn out to be. The older I became, the less I enjoyed it since I saw what the item was without the lines being drawn. Life can be that way, an image without the lines that seems confusing and lost; books often begin in this process, but as we write, the lines are drawn and behold: an image appears.

Sometimes, the lines are drawn, and we don't realize it, though. One thing that I enjoy doing is looking back to see how an idea developed. Sometimes I remember all the little lines and dots that connected to create a book; often times, I don't.

Currently, I'm editing since it's nearly the end of March, and I have to finish up a few projects. I finished Constrained in November, but as I edit, I realize that I need more information in the book, so I adjust and add as I go. It's a part of the editing process that I enjoy anyway. Yet, this book is interesting in the connections that created it ... connections that I never considered.

The initial concept came from a friend who gave me the story idea that connected to me wanting to write a novel in Louisiana which connected to a novel I had already begun. While doing research for the book(s), I learned about the wetlands and bayous that are disappearing as well as how important these items are. While editing, I've read articles about Creationism and the focus on how the world was created versus how we respond to the world. If we honestly believed that God created the world, why are we not trying to conserve this world given to us instead of throwing all our energy into proving how it was created?

All of these dots are being connected into a book that I think will have some major impacts, beyond just being a great read. Have you ever thought about how your story ideas came to you, and the means that God used to expand the story idea into something larger than you originally thought?

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