In just a little over a month, my
next novel, Perplexity, releases. And though it has been almost a year
since I submitted that manuscript to the publisher to begin the editing process,
I still find myself shaking my head in wonder over it.
For you see, I'm a terribly slow
writer.
Before starting this series, the
fastest I had ever completed a book was 18 months. So when I reached three
months before the deadline and still only had a little over half a book (and a
fragmented one at that), panic set in.
I considered reaching out to my
publisher for an extension. But I felt very strongly God said no.
When I signed this contract, I
prayed awhile about the deadlines. At the time, I felt that He would provide
what I needed when I needed it. I pretty much told the publisher the same when
I signed. Now, with three months to go, did I trust God? Did I believe that He
would provide?
So I kept writing. Editing on the
side when I was too tired to create. I finished the first draft 12 hours before
deadline. I turned it in less than an hour before, without a chance to read the
thing through.
But the story was all there. Not
perfect. But complete and solid, with no major plot holes that the editor
found. Something my past experience with writing would have said was
impossible.
Thus the dedication to this book
begins:
"For My All-Sufficient Lord
From the start You promised me
All I needed I would see;
Right on time it would be."
For God is never late, but always
on time.
