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Let's visit with Ann H. Gabhart the author of several bestselling novels, including The Outsider and Angel Sister. The Gifted is the fifth book set in her Shaker village of Harmony Hill. She lives on a farm in Kentucky where she enjoys walking with her grandkids and her dog
Hanging onto Hope Through the Years by Ann H. Gabhart
2013. A new year. A great time to dream big. But how to keep those dreams alive? If you're like me, you write it all down in a journal. My New Year's posts reveal what a rollercoaster ride my writing life has been over the years. Deep lows. Exhilirating highs. Let me share a few with you.
Dec 31, 1978 - In a few minutes it will be 1979. I’ve written on so many New Year’s Eves since I began journal writing as a teen. In ways that’s such a long time ago, but in other ways it seems only a soft twirl of days. A new year is a great time to count successes or mourn over failures. 1978 was an exciting year full of newness. Seeing my published book was a definite high.
Jan 3, 1983 – I didn’t write on New Year’s Eve. Guess that’s indicative of my mood. I hate to keep reiterating my failures. That’s all 1983 held professionally. Rejections and even worse than that – no rejections. Only silence. So I’ll let 1982 roll off into the past and try not to be mashed by my failures. So what if my drawer is full of rejection slips. That’s part of learning and getting better. Pray God I am getting better and 1983 will hold something good in the wings for me, the writer.
Jan 14, 1985 – Seems like a new year always brings new hope. I’m almost finished with a new story. I got a nice letter from my agent, saying my “lack of sales” was no reflection on my writing ability.
Jan 2, 1986 – ’85 is gone. Past. I did sell one book, rewrite a second, and struggle through the writing of another. Even if the story isn’t as good as I dreamed, I did learn from it.
Jan 3, 1989 – When counting blessings, I shouldn’t forget my spring of hope that sustains me when I’m discouraged. The next book. The next idea. The next editor. I have only to believe, to continue to try.
Jan 3, 1991 – I love it when I can think positive. I want to have a whole year of positive thinking. “You can do it” stuff.
Jan 17, 1994 – Guess I didn’t make time to write about my year because it’s been such a sorry one in regard to writing successes. A low point – a valley that I haven’t even begun climbing out of.
Jan 12, 1995 – A funny thing chasing after a story idea. So funny and today so futile I'm writing about it. It’s as if I’ve blanked out my mind and I’m stumbling around searching for a way out of the blankness, hoping I’ll bang into something that will suggest some possibilities. But right now it’s a white-out blizzard of nothing. Or it’s like I’m out in a huge field with nothing but flat ground. I’m lost but not really worried. I know some direction I take will lead me to trees, a house, something interesting – maybe even a hole I can fall into. But which direction? Today I might even think I’m blindfolded and someone has spun me around till I can only stagger a few steps, trying to keep my balance. What I need to do is start walking forward and not just keep circling the blank field finding nothing.
Jan 21, 1998 – I want to do something fresh, something inspiring, something to make me proud to say I’m a writer again. Maybe I’ll be a writer again. Now I’m just going through the motions and doing a poor job of that. I need a new story. I need a story. Period. Exclamation point.
Jan 14, 2003 – I haven’t worked the way I’d like. I’m dragging my feet. Letting things interfere. Falling to sleep at the wheel (or keyboard). Afraid of failing. I’m still working on my story ... pushing toward the end. If I fail, I fail. But I have failed already if I don’t try.
Jan 3, 2005 – Of course, the year’s highlight workwise is selling my book. I’m so excited about that I shouldn’t have even one depressing thought.
Dec 27, 2005 – Time spins away from us in great circles. Blessed beyond imagination.
Jan 3, 2008 – So long ago I started writing in a journal. Yet it continues to feed my soul. Words on paper. Thoughts and ideas. Gripes and complaints. Praises and joys. Worries and troubles. So much to record. I started journal writing when I was 13. I’m not 13 anymore. But I’m still here. Still writing about joy and worries. But pray God, always more joy.
Wishing you always more joy in your work and in your life!
Remember: leave a comment on THIS post by 6 p.m. CT Sunday, January 6, 2013 and you'll be entered in the drawing for a copy of The Gifted by Ann H. Gabhart. You must be eighteen, have a U.S. mailing address, void where prohibited. Please, please remember to leave your email address so that should you be the winner I can get in touch with you for your mailing address. I’ll announce the winner in Monday’s blog.
Till next time ... keep on smiling.