Blending In
Adult Children of Divorce just want to blend in, but sometimes we stick out. As I arrived at the Christian Writers Conference I was recently invited to, my goal was to learn about what it takes to be a writer, what is involved in publishing an article or a book, and to just observe. Observe, blend in and quietly learn. I drove down the winding road toward the conference center, past a shimmering lake, allowing myself to breathe in the cool calm. Walking into the room, I was greeted by a welcomed familiar face and others who were displaying welcome. Centerpieces of painting supplies on each table dripped the theme of creating, whether it be by brush, or pen. Realizing that the frog out of water down by the lake probably felt less uneasy than I did, I determined to act like I belonged. These were writers. Real writers. Those who write for a living. Those who know how to pay attention to words, adverbs, sentence structure, and write many drafts before they are satisfied. I hav