Broken Hearts

 Broken lives strew the path of life

Pieces of people’s hearts all around

Pain and suffering try to win

The fight is on for love to abound

Broken hearts, broken lives

Disaster is what I see

Broken hearts, broken lives

People longing to be free

Broken hearts, broken lives

Please tell me who holds the key?

Trapped in the hold of sin and guilt

People slipping down a dark slope

Searching all around for someone

Helpless mankind longs for hope

Broken hearts, broken lives

Who will save the lost?

Broken hearts, broken lives

What will pay the cost?

Broken hearts, broken lives

What will become of the lost?

Just when it seems all hope is lost

Turn your head upward oh, turn it now

Hope and love are awaiting you

Oh, reach out! See the thorn-covered Brow?

No longer live in dark and fear

Jesus the Savior has laid down His life

Repent, oh sinner, Jesus says, “Come.”

Yield your broken heart, yield the sin and strife!

Broken hearts, broken lives

Now broken hearts no longer

Healed by Christ, saved by Blood

Safe in His love, I'm stronger

Brand new hearts, transformed lives

Jesus can make you stronger

Broken lives, broken hearts

Christ can heal them all

Written by: Haley Long

A Case of Writer Paranoia

July 1^st was the start of the July Camp NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don’t know what that it is, basically it is an insanity label which is stamped upon your back the moment you decide to do it. Excuse me. NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. Originally this is in November when you write a 50,000 word novel in one month. As I said, insanity. They throw the Camps in there during April and July so you can up your insanity levels. I mean so you can lower or raise your word count and have the opportunity to be in online ‘cabins’ so you aren’t alone and such. (I don’t do the cabin thing because in my opinion it is distracting and I couldn’t ever keep up)

Nevertheless, I’m doing Camp NaNoWriMo. I don’t have a novel outline, just a story idea. Which, this is usually all I need in order to plug out a 50,000 word novel. I just returned from an amazing writer’s conference known as the Summer Workshop, fueled with ideas, and ready to write! (Actually I had five story ideas come to my head during sessions. I wrote them down)
There is just one problem…. I’m scared to write. Stupid, right? I just got back from a writer’s conference, for pity’s sake. I should be writing like crazy. Instead I’m analyzing absolutely everything I have written in my new novel, and should I mention this blog post? I’m filled with incredible information, insight, ideas, but I’m paralyzed by doubts, fears, and panic.
What if nobody likes this?
What if I’m a horrible writer and everyone is afraid to hand me the awful truth? Maybe I should give up writing altogether and spare myself the heartbreak when it comes. The heartbreak that I can’t write. I’m not qualified to write. Perhaps this sentence or that word shouldn’t be in here. Does this distract? Does that flow together? 

And the thoughts keep plaguing me. I think there might be a name for this condition. It’s definitely not writer’s block. Maybe Writer’s Panic. Writer’s paralysis? Writer paranoia? I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’ve certainly got it.

I don’t know how many times I have gone over the prologue of my new novel. At least twenty. I keep pulling in a different sibling and asking their opinion on this. How does this sound? Do you get the gist? Do you feel the emotion? Should I give this information out, or is that too soon? If you found this on the shelf in the bookstore or the library would you continue reading? See? Paranoia. Panic.

I finally pinpointed my problem. While struggling to write the first chapter of my novel it struck me. I want it to come out perfectly. I expect this to be the best I’ve ever written. When I see the confused looks on my sibling’s faces I attack my work again and try to fix the problem. I have forgotten that I’m writing a first draft. The advice I give to people whose first drafts I have critiqued has somehow evaporated in my brain. Maybe it was all those Smarties I consumed...

I’m writing a first draft. It’s not going to be perfect. Anyone who expects a perfect first draft has obviously never written one. When writing a first draft you just write it. Unless you are a perfectionist, which I’ve never been accused of being that, then write with abandon. Let the story flow out of you. You can edit afterwards. Rewriting is an asset, but that’s meant for later. Not while you are writing the first draft. Otherwise you will be stuck writing the same chapter, or prologue in my case, over and over and never getting anywhere. That’s like doing donuts in the parking lot.

Take it from an experienced writer. (I’m hesitant to say that) Don’t be paralyzed with fear when you are writing. (I am preaching to the choir) Shut off the little, sometimes annoying, internal editor and write your story. Worry about the technical stuff later. As I said before, you can rewrite. The anecdote for writer’s panic, paranoia, or paralysis is to eradicate the fear that’s clutching your brain.

Break free and simply write. 

Why I Write

Writing is such a huge part of who I am. I communicate better in a letter, or at least most of the time. Ever since I was nine or ten I have always loved to write. Whether it be short stories, poems, songs, novels, blog posts, articles, or essays. I took a test to see what career I would be good at and I got writer.

I write to express myself.
Oftentimes in my novels, I will touch a subject so that the world will know what my standpoint on this particular subject is. It could be the role of a woman, feminism, abortion, courtship, marriage, grief, and many other things. They say that being a writer is very unveiling. It is true. My true character and my relationship with the Lord manifests itself in my characters. I can’t hide it. I put myself in my characters positions and imagine how I would respond and then write it that way.
Also, writing is very therapeutic for me. If I am overjoyed or overwhelmed about something most of the time I either talk to God or write it down. Once I get it out on paper I can think about it and process it.

I love to create things.
My name means ‘ingenious’ and I heartily enjoy living up to it. When a story idea pops into my head I love exploring it. I will sit and mull over it, finding twists and such. I always make sure to write it down otherwise I may forget about it. Often times, I start writing a novel like that. I have found that is one of the best ways for me to write a novel. With only an idea I will sit down and begin writing. I enjoy finding out the surprises and tying this life and that life together.

I write because I have ideas to share.
I have ideals, and messages that I feel need to be out there in the world for people to read. I often have a character go through a hard experience that I’ve endured so that I can explore those areas of the Christian life; give people an understanding of different aspects of the Christian walk. 
I write not only to give pleasure, but to give my readers food for thought. I want someone to be able to read my books and come away feeling as though they have feasted on truth. God’s truth.

I write to share my experiences with others.
The Lord’s hand is so prevalent in my life that I can’t hide it. I desire to let other people see the mighty things He is doing in my life; the lessons He is teaching me and the miracles He is doing. I want people to be encouraged by what they see. And amazed at what the Lord has done.

I write for the glory of God.
One time, just as an experiment, I tried to write a novel without having any mention of God in it. None of my characters were Christians. I wanted to see if I could do it. The main character fell on hard times and I had to put God in there. I couldn’t write the novel without His presence. I honestly don’t know how people live life without the Lord.
The Lord is the ruler of my life and since He is in that position He desires that my writing reflects Him. The principles, the truths, the teachings, the lessons, every bit of it; it all leads back to Him. It radiates who He is. Or at least, that’s what I try to aim for. Often times I have to get out my Bible and look something up because I want to make sure that it is the truth.
My desire is that people will read my books and want to have a relationship with Jesus Christ. They will want to grow closer to Him.
I want to please the Lord with my writing.

It is because of Him that I write.

The Prologue: Introductory Post

Writing is a huge part of my life. Ever since I was either nine or ten I have been putting my pen, or pencil, to the paper and creating short stories, poems, novels, blog posts, songs, letters, articles, and essays. To be more accurate, here in the past year, my fingers have been pressing the keys to create these words. 

    Writing comes naturally. Oftentimes I don’t even need an outline when I sit down to write a novel. Give me an idea, hand me my laptop, provide a pot of coffee, and I’ll be set to writing a story. I won’t go into the details of that. I’ll save that for another post.

I do have another blog, A Rose Among Thorns. I started this one a little over two years ago. The reason I didn’t combine the two is because my first blog has its own special purpose. You can read more about that on my post, A New Title, Purpose, and More!
This blog is to be devoted solely to writing. I’ll post my own works for critiquing and review, and hopefully enjoyment, my thoughts, my techniques, do guest posts, and more!

I have a little business that goes hand in hand with this writing blog. For $1.00 a page I will either critique or proofread your book. You can send it hard copy, but you will pay the shipping and handling. Or you can email it to me. I have a special page for this, for more information go to my page here: Critical Care

And now I suppose I should tell you a little bit more about myself. I confess right now, I dislike writing biographies on myself. It’s awkward and yes, embarrassing, but I’ll plow through it anyway.

   I am an eighteen-year-old stay-at-home-daughter. I was homeschooled the whole way through and graduated in May of 2013. My parents and I discussed the idea of me going to college for music and writing, but the Lord did not give either of us peace about it thus I am furthering my education at home.

 I am a piano teacher. My students are wonderful and more than just students. Each and every one of them is a special friend and delight. 

I enjoy baking and have a small business in selling bread and cookies. I’m considering selling pies, but we’ll see what the Lord does. 

I am the fourth born in a wonderfully large family of eleven children.
My family has a singing ministry. We’ve been singing for fourteen years now. You may have heard about us. Our group goes by the name of Long Family Singers. Original, I know.

Lastly, but certainly not the least, I am a born-again Christian. I serve Jesus Christ, my Savior. I made Him Lord of my life when I was seven. He is the One writing my life story. I’ll admit, there are times when I tend to grab the pen out of His hands and try to write it myself, but He does a much better job than I. His ways are not my ways and He proves that over and over.

There is more that I could add to this, but I’ll stop here and let you read more about it in my About the Author page.

I hope you enjoy the blog! Please follow and check back often as I will be writing posts at least once if not twice a week. Check out my other blog, and my business and spread the word.

Thank you and God bless!