"One thing I have asked of the Lord, that shall I seek: That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to meditate in His temple." Psalm 27:4 (NASB)
In the bottom drawer of a file cabinet, I just discovered a thick folder filled with "poems and inspiration." I thumbed through it as I searched for examples to use in my message for ladies Bible study. Out fell this green card.
It's signed "Beverly." My brain strains toward a faint recollection of a women's speaker who visited our little church in Tampa. I cannot remember the article she speaks of.
The card sports a push pin hole, so it must have once resided on a bulletin board for inspiration and encouragement. I think it deserves a frame now.
I heart this card, and I breathe a prayer of thanksgiving for Beverly, for BBA, who took the time to send it and affirms me once again--25 years in the future.
I’ve been stalking K.M. Weiland for some time. Hanging out at her website. Dogging her around the blogs. Soaking in life advice and writing wisdom. Admiring her gifts of detail and discipline. Immersing myself in the middle ages in her new book, Behold the Dawn. And she has such a sweet spirit. I want to be like her when I grow up.
So since I wanted to get to know her even better, I asked if she could stop by my blog and answer a few brief questions. And she agreed!
Since Katie's novel is set in the set in the 12th century, I decided to ask her 12 questions in 2 categories.
K.M. Weiland in One Word
1. Where would you go on the ideal vacation?
Hawaii.
2. What was your first paid job?
Secretary.
3. Would you prefer to swim or ice skate?
Swim.
4. What is your greatest weakness?
Impatience.
5. When it comes to "stuff," are you a keeper or a tosser?
Tosser.
6. What musical instrument are you?
Drum.
7. What would Marcus Annan say is your greatest strength?
Battles!
8. At a theme park, do you head for the roller coasters or the shows?
Coaster.
9. Who was your childhood hero/heroine?
Cowboy.
10. Where do you behold God?
Details.
11. Would you prefer to eat (peasant) bread or (elderflower) cheesecake?
Cheesecake!
12. What one-word message did you take away for yourself from Behold the Dawn?
Perseverance.
K.M. Weiland in One Line
1. What is one of your favorite quotes from Behold the Dawn?
"In the corner, flint struck against steel, sparks danced airborne for a moment, and then the expected flame burnt a golden hole in the darkness."
2. Would you prefer to travel by car or plane and why?
I much prefer car travel; airports are exhausting.
3. What do you battle?
Myself; impatience and tactlessness are two of my banes.
4. When you are feeling down, what lifts you up?
A bouncy song, a good movie, sunshine, chocolate, and above all, the knowledge that God is in control of the little things and the big things alike.
5. When you've been away, what do you like best about coming home?
My own bed!
6. If you were to die today, what song would you like sung at your funeral and why?
Nicole Nordeman's "Legacy" comes to mind: "I want to leave a legacy / How will they remember me? / Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough / To make a mark on things?"
7. If you could live in any period of history, when would it be and why?
Probably the 1940s, though I may be a bit prejudiced right now, since I'm working with a new story idea set in that period.
8. What was a good word of advice someone gave to you?
What people think of you isn't as important as what God thinks of you.
9. How would Lady Mairead complete this sentence for you? I wish . . .
. . . she wasn't so mean to her characters!
10. When did you know you were a writer?
It was a gradual awakening, I guess, since I've always told stories; probably the "official" realization was when I was about twelve.
11. What has your past taught you?
To look outside the box, keep an open mind, and never settle for an easy answer.
12. What is your favorite writing outfit and why?
Jeans, sweatshirt, and fuzzy blue slippers--because I gotta be warm to write!
K.M. WEILAND ON ONE THING
What one thing would you like to say to your readers or future readers?
Thanks for being there! In the cutthroat world of publishing and marketing it can sometimes be easy to lose sight of why I'm doing this. But whenever someone tells me they loved one of my books or that they were encouraged by a blog post--that makes my day. That's what it's all about. Being able to touch the life of someone else, even if for only a moment, means I've accomplished something worthwhile.
What one thing would you like to say to your fellow writers or aspiring writers?
Don't give up, and don't sell yourself short. Writing, first and foremost, is a mode of self-expression, of reaching out and connecting with the world around us. Being published, being read, making the NYT best-seller list, that stuff is just icing on the cake. You're a writer even if you never accomplish that. But, at the same time, don't allow yourself to settle for less than the best. Discipline yourself, drive yourself to become a little bit better every time you sit down at the keyboard. Success only visits the dedicated.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Synopsis: Marcus Annan, a tourneyer famed for his prowess on the battlefield, thought he could keep the secrets of his past buried forever. But when a mysterious crippled monk demands Annan help him find justice for the transgressions of sixteen years ago, Annan is forced to leave the tourneys and join the Third Crusade.
Wounded in battle and hunted by enemies on every side, he rescues an English noblewoman from an infidel prison camp and flees to Constantinople. But, try as he might, he cannot elude the past. Amidst the pain and grief of a war he doesn’t even believe in, he is forced at last to face long-hidden secrets and sins and to bare his soul to the mercy of a God he thought he had abandoned years ago.
She glued her seat to a chair for years. First as a medical transcriptionist. Then a secretary, legal transcriptionist, and court recorder. I don't remember seeing a lot of physical activity. Except she loved to swim.
Past tense.
Which reminds me of the time she called 911 because of an intruder in the backyard--namely the snake in the pool. But that's another story.
At any rate, she forgot the bottom glue on Sunday.
She says she reached to put something on the nearby desk. My dad says she was sliding back in her seat after reaching to put something on the nearby desk. A she-says/he-says thing.
No matter. She slipped out of her chair, and hip met floor.
And bone broke.
I know a little about broken bones myself. And I figure I might end up in her slipsteps if I don't take better care of myself. You might, too. Especially if you're a writer or transcriptionist or someone whose life is spent on the bum.
I know I need to get off my behind and engage in weight-bearing, bone-strengthening, muscle-building exercise. Even though my own bones show osteopenia and I take my Actonel almost regularly, I discovered my calcium tablets were 2-1/2 years old. And my exercise program runs on a 2-months-on-10-months-off cycle.
Anyway, the surgeon inserted four pins, and we hope they hold. Otherwise Mom faces a hip replacement.
And I'm going out to buy fresh calcium. And return the treadmill to its original purpose instead of serving as a clothes tree.
Life can be slippery.
Can't put stuff off until tomorrow because tomorrow may deliver an unexpected package.
Can't put off regular exercise because that strengthening can help divert damage when a limb loses balance.
Can't afford softness in my spiritual life either. And how comforting to know that if I feel like I'm slipping, His love will hold me up.
Life can be slippery.
But this is a no-slip zone.
Are you getting enough physical and spiritual exercise?
When I said, "My foot is slipping," your love, O LORD, supported me. ~Psalm 94:18
In my quest for simplicity, I'm often drawn back to my battered book (1981) by Richard Foster, Freedom of Simplicity. He talks about the passion to possess and how the pace of our world leaves us feeling fractured and fragmented.
Even frantic.
I so get that.
Although thankfully peace occupies more space in my pocket these days.
Richard reminds us of the paradox of simplicity.
It is both easy and difficult.
It is both simple and complex.
It is both internal and external.
It is both a grace and a discipline.
We do not necessarily fit it, but it fits us.
An unsimple gift.
The longing of my heart.
My Center and my periphery.
Focus over goal.
Release to gain.
Possess but not prize.
Free to serve.
Stay to go.
Stand firm to bow and to bend.
And when I turn 'round, as in the old Shaker hymn, no matter what direction, I want to see Jesus.
Only.
A simple gift.
Close your eyes and listen to this simply beautiful song.
Which way are you turning? Do you crave simplicity? What does simplicity mean to you?
"I recommend to you holy simplicity." ~Francis de Sales
Sometimes--no, often--Gracee amazes me with insightful words. Lately she has dispensed writing advice with wisdom beyond second grade. Who needs to attend a writers' conference when you have a live-in mentor?
Here are 7 of her tips.
1. Think of your story as a gift. Put lots of excitement in the box. Make it fun to read.
2. Have a central idea. Put it on the back cover because that's what authors do.
3. Add description (detail words).
No: I got my ears pierced.
Yes: My mom took me to a little store called Claire's in the mall to get my ears pierced for my seventh birthday.
4. Use dialogue (talking words).
No: I was nervous.
Yes: "Mom," I said. "Hold my hand because I'm kind of nervous."
5. Use lots of action (energy words)
No: I sat in the chair.
Yes: I climbed up on a tall stool, kicked my legs back and forth and bit my lower lip.
6. Use expression (feeling words).
No: It was over.
Yes: I felt proud when it was over and smiled big when I saw my earrings in the mirror, even though one giant tear floated in my right eye.
7. Use onomatopoeia (noise words). Yes, she said this!
No: The gun was loud.
Yes: Bang! Bang! The gun shot an earring into each ear, and I did not jump.
When you are done writing your story, wrap it up. Tie up all loose ends. Make the book cover pretty!
If I ran away from home, you could probably find me in a bookstore.
Dennis and I bond in bookstores. Even aisles away from each other. One of my favorite date nights. And he loves a cheap night out. Not so cheap, though. I must carry something away, even if I have to furtively buy it and hide it under my shirt. However, he is not the most observant of hair changes, so I could probably just walk out with a book on my head. He'd never notice.
And I make my lists. I'll be back!
After Bible study yesterday, I zipped into Best Buy for a quick purchase. When I left, I swear I saw, just next door, a beckoning Barnes & Noble angel.
Who can resist the call of an angel?
Besides, I had to go to the bathroom.
Once inside I was overcome with colors and smells. Breathtaking! Of the store itself. Not the bathroom.
First I explored the magazine racks. Shiny. Crisp. Except for a few now dampened with drool drips. I quickly hid those behind their brothers and sisters.
Behold! The angel Barista beckoned me with the aroma of fresh gurgling.
I grabbed three writing magazines. Dry ones.
No, wait. Two writing magazines and a U.S. News & World Report special collector's edition--Mysteries of Faith.
So toting my purse, my bag, and my brew on my left, I drifted up and down and all around.
I looked for familiar names. I admired colors and shapes. I stroked spines, pulled books out, balanced them on the shelf--all with my right hand.
Before long, I sank to my knees and set my baggage on the floor. I hugged tomes and caressed pages. I tasted first sentences, chewed on chapter headings, and gulped whole paragraphs. I lost myself in stories and wished for a million dollar gift card.
But time tugged me back, and reluctantly I rose to my feet.
Called out from another near-death experience. To the reality that I needed to pick up Gracee from school.
Goodbye, dear friends.
I'll be back!
When was your last visit to a bookstore? Did you come out empty handed?
"Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?"~Henry Ward Beecher
Also known as Sandy and even Snady--the result of a typo that stuck.
Bible teacher and inspirational writer. Former OR/PH/office nurse who keeps license intact--just in case.
