Update: Not So Dirty 30

At nearly 32, I’ve done approximately half of the things on this list.

1. I want to write and publish another book. I wrote and published The Season for Getting Serious at 31 and four months, but I did it.

2. I want to take more vacations. I’ve taken a lot of trips, but they’ve been to sell books and attend conferences. So…sorta??

3. I want to speak at least once at a conference. I spoke at a ladies day (twice) and a workshop. I haven’t been a keynote speaker, which is what I was going for, but I can live with that.

4. I want to open an online shop for my books and other accessories. I opened my online shop, Serious Season Press, through Square in July, and I’ve fulfilled some orders!

5. I want to develop a class based on Altered before the Altar. I developed a schedule and an outline…and nobody signed up and I chickened out. But I’m doing it in 2017. I’m going to record videos, start a closed Facebook group, and dedicate a section of the Altered before the Altar site to the class. So excited!!

6. I want to publish a fiction book. I still haven’t done this…but I will.

7. I want to turn my living space into a home. Um…I don’t really know where I’ll be living come March (again with March moving. Why?!), and with everything feeling so transitory and temporary, I haven’t done this. But I should, shouldn’t I?

8. I want to create a dedicated writing/office space in my home. See #7

9. I want to lose 25 pounds.–Well, no. But good news is I have been eating better and exercising. I see changes. And I’m making changes and celebrating the little by little. The best part is it’s for me, not anyone else. 😀

10. I want to break a certain pay threshold (Yes, I have a number in mind; no I’m not telling). Good news: I broke it! Bad news: I don’t have that job anymore. Also good news: I don’t have that job anymore.

11. Sell the next hundred (100) copies of Altered before the Altar.  Done and done! And in one calendar year (2016). Thank you all for supporting this work.

12. Go to at least 3 more conferences. In 2016 alone, I went to the Ladies Conference in Brunswick, the National Ladies Lectureship in Alabama, The National Singles Seminar in Orlando, and the Christian Acappella Music Awards, along with several song fests, ladies’ days, and an All White Ladies Night.

13. Learn to create my own book covers. Not only did I learn how, I created my own covers for three projects. I am still a beginner and haven’t done anything overly complicated with my covers, but I took my own pictures, designed my own layout, choose my own colors and fonts, and got it uploaded successfully.

14. Lead a class on self-publishing. I’ve spoken about this at two different events, and one of them was actually a workshop/class. I want to offer a class where people have a chance to do more hands on things with publishing, but I’m counting this as a win.

15. Start offering proofreading services. I am offering proofreading services now. You can email me at inquiries[at]aseriousseason[dot]com for a quote for your project.

16. Start a book club. I’ve been trying, but everyone’s schedule isn’t cooperating. We shall see what happens.

17. Register as a business. I sorta did…then I moved to a different county. I need to do so much updating of this and get a business account and all the things. 2017. I’m doing it.

18. Shoot at least one Youtube video. I shot one. It’s posted. I’m never giving anyone a link to it because it’s horrible, but I did it. I even did a couple Periscopes. Totally counts.

19. Start a podcast. I thought I wanted to do this. I love interviewing people. LOVE it. And I love recording what I’m meditating on with my digital recorder. But I don’t know if I want to host a podcast. I think I would love to be ON a podcast, but running one isn’t something I want to pursue anymore.

20. Improve my business cards. I did this, and I really like the new business cards. They are clean, simple, and show more of the heart of my business on them than the old cards with Altered on them.

21. Create a professional vendor table setup for events. I still play around with different elements of the setup depending on the event and what new products I have, but I have the core style down.

22. Run a 5k (actually run the whole time). Nope. Maybe I will at some point, but I haven’t.

23. Find my fit/workout passion. Sorta. More on this later.

24. Drastically cut carbs. No. And to be honest, I haven’t wanted to. But I have found myself eating less of them naturally. When I try to force myself to eat healthy, I eat all the carbs. So maybe it’s best to listen to my body here instead of forcing it.

25. Get a facial. No. You will notice it’s “no”  or “sorta” for every other self-care thing on this list. Because, apparently, I’m always the last priority on my list of things to attend to. *I think I said something significant there*

26. Get a professional massage. No. I need one. But no.

27. Write a business  plan. Nope. Again, I need one. But no. Because I’ve wrestled with thinking of writing books as a business since day one and only got comfortable with the idea this year.

28. Start paying student loans consistently. *Cries* No. *Cries all the tears*

29. Contribute an article to a widely read magazine. Nope. I haven’t written an article or submitted it anywhere. Zero effort has gone into making this happen.

30. Develop my fashion sense/individual style. No, but I have been trying different things with my hair and putting more effort into other aspects of my personal style. It’s a slow process.


Paring Down and Ramping Up!


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In the month since I’ve written, I’ve been laying the groundwork to reach a few of my goals and to get things moving in the right direction overall. Sometimes life has intruded and kept me from writing, sometimes I’ve felt I have nothing to say, and other times, I’ve been so busy doing that I haven’t been writing. But rest assured, I am committed to getting back into the swing of things and writing here and elsewhere much more often.

For the last couple weekends, I’ve been moving. Moving has been a really big chore for me, mainly because only myself and Mr. Perfect have been doing all the heavy lifting. Yesterday was the day we rented a truck from Budget Rental and got the big things taken care of. When I say the big things, I mean two desks, a bookshelf, a large DVD shelving unit, a file cabinet, a chair, a futon, a queen sized pillow top mattress and its box spring, a dining room table and chairs, two coffee tables, an end table, an office chair, and probably something else my brain isn’t remembering but every muscle in my back, arms, and legs remembers intimately.

I gave a bunch of things to Goodwill and have a lot of things to go through and give away. It feels so freeing to go through my things and get rid of what I don’t use or need. I needed to get rid of some things because I’m now living with a roommate and have less space, but I didn’t realize how good it would feel to have less of certain things. I’ve gone through shoes and furniture; now I have to go through clothing to see what I have that needs to be trashed or donated. If you have the opportunity to do so while you’re spring cleaning, I encourage you to donate and pare down your possessions.

I’m still not done moving, but everything else can be accomplished with a couple more car trips and storage totes. Then it’s on to changing my address on a million forms and getting more settled in a new morning routine. Then it’s on to the financial goals.

In non-moving related news, I entered the first page of a new story in Harlequin’s Book to Blurb competition for their Love Inspired lines. It’s a story in a series that I’ve been working on for over a year now. It’s not the first book at the moment, but it’s turning out to be one of my favorites. I’m hoping to advance to the next round, which consists of the first three chapters and a synopsis.

I commissioned a cover for my NaNoWriMo 2013 story, to be released under a pen name. I’m waiting to see what the artist has come up with. It’s the first book in a romantic suspense series that I’m testing the fiction self-publishing waters with this year. I love this story and can’t wait until it’s available. I have the second and third books in the series on the go, on the back burner while I work on book to blurb, but very much in process.

Of course, I’m working on my second non-fiction book as well. I have two possibilities–a follow up to Altered before the Altar and my book focused on the Wilderness experience of the children of Israel. There’s still a lot to muddle through on both fronts, but both are developing well.

I received permission to sign up for a class to get my claims adjusting license in April. This will better position me in my current role and lead to opportunities to be promoted to a new role. The goal is a higher position and salary in the department I currently work in. We’ll see how well this strategy works.

I’ve signed up to review a ton of books and have interviews, guest posts and other fun book related posts over at Copywrite1985. Please join me there if you like romance/romantic fiction, suspense, writing related books and posts, and any literature/literary news that strikes my fancy.

Not so Dirty 30


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I am 30 years old today.

Ladies and gents, it’s the big one. It’s a monumental birthday. I survived my twenties, all that jazz. Time to do something big. Chop all my hair off. Quit my job. Go on an African safari. Elope. Do. SOMETHING. Preferably something big and life altering. Things are never going to be the same after today.

Except…they are. You and I both know it. Change doesn’t really happen overnight or at the turn of a calendar page. The God I serve exists outside of time and isn’t confined by time, so when things are happening on his time, I can’t put my timetable on it. I am so content where I am! I’m alive! There are so many people in this world who have it so much worse than I do. I LOVE where I am and what I’ve accomplished!

Except…I don’t. Not really. I feel like I could have done so much more with thirty years. I know, there are people who are amazed at what I’ve done and who think that I am years ahead of where they were or I should be, but deep down, I know I was capable of even more in these years. I could have reached so many more women by now. I could have so many more books out. I could drown in or be smothered by all that I left undone and unsaid, opportunities I could never get back, but that’s not going to change a thing.

So, if I’m going to be honest with you about turning 30, I have to say that thirty feels…disjointed. Imbalanced. I’m vacillating between feeling grateful for what I have accomplished and feeling compelled to do more. I’ve spent a few years doing busy work and now I feel like I’m starting to do more of what some call walking in purpose and others call pursuing my passion, with a few more starts and a few less stops. I’ve made enough progress that I’ve left my comfort zone behind. It’s hard sometimes not to run back to its safety, but I’m getting better at being exposed.

I’m working on ideas that would have seems overwhelming a year ago. To me, that’s progress. Progress is so much better than not trying for fear of failure. I’ve had some “no’s” and setbacks, but I’m ultimately still moving forward, which is the only way to get anywhere.

So, 30 for 30. What do I want to work on the year I am thirty?

1. I want to write and publish another book.

2. I want to take more vacations.

3. I want to speak at least once at a conference.

4. I want to open an online shop for my books and other accessories.

5. I want to develop a class based on Altered before the Altar.

6. I want to publish a fiction book.

7. I want to turn my living space into a home.

8. I want to create a dedicated writing/office space in my home.

9. I want to lose 25 pounds.

10. I want to break a certain pay threshold (Yes, I have a number in mind; no I’m not telling).

11. Sell the next hundred (100) copies of Altered before the Altar.

12. Go to at least 3 more conferences.

13. Learn to create my own book covers.

14. Lead a class on self-publishing.

15. Start offering proofreading services.

16. Start a book club.

17. Register as a business.

18. Shoot at least one Youtube video

19. Start a podcast

20. Improve my business cards

21. Create a professional vendor table setup for events.

22. Run a 5k (actually run the whole time)

23. Find my fit/workout passion.

24. Drastically cut carbs.

25. Get a facial.

26. Get a professional massage.

27. Write a business  plan.

28. Start paying student loans consistently.

29. Contribute an article to a widely read magazine.

30. Develop my fashion sense/individual style.

I have to admit some of the items on the list scare me a bit. But the overwhelming feeling I have looking at this list is one of excitement. I know I can tick off every single one of these items if I work with God instead of going out ahead of Him. I believe it’s all within my reach and more importantly, in line with God’s will for my life. Now all that remains is to do it.



“30 years of awesome”

30 for 30


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In about 32 days, I will be 30.


Yeah, I’m still processing that myself. In all of this day to day hustle and bustle of life, time has been marching on. That makes me sad to think about all of the days that I was just trying to get through, all the weeks I was looking forward to getting over and done with. It makes me want so much more for myself, to be so much more fulfilled.

I know what you’re thinking. “Of course you feel that way now. Thirty is just one of those birthdays where people have another quarter life crisis. You did the same thing at 25, and you might keel over from the crisis when you turn 40. Get over it.” It’s just another birthday, another day on the calendar. My life isn’t that bad, blah blah.

Here’s the thing, though. I didn’t sign up to live a life that’s “not that bad.” I didn’t sign up to live a life of mediocre days that I just wanted to be over so I could reach the weekend, my payday, my vacation time, etc. I am tired of wasting days that should be spent doing something that I feel adds to other people’s lives and pushes them closer to Christ.

It seems ungrateful of me, and downright stupid, for Christ to come so that I can have this more abundant life and I’m just…existing. Just…trying to make it. To just see glimpses of what it truly means to be living out my purpose. To see other people stepping out on faith and doing these great things and yearn for a chance to follow my dreams and ambitions that way.

I say none of this to negate the things I have accomplished and do enjoy in my life. God blessed me to write an amazing book. I’m starting to get requests to speak at events and have secured spots to be a vendor at others. I’ve been working on other writing projects and working to get more of them out into the world. I’ve been focusing on deepening and improving my relationships. I’ve seen a lot of growth within myself.

But sometimes, when I look at the complete picture of my life as an almost thirty year old, I feel like I’m behind. It can be difficult to restrain myself from trying to “catch up,” to believe that I’m right on time for my life. Things haven’t happened when I wanted them to, but they are happening when they are supposed to happen.

I have to be honest: sometimes it sure doesn’t feel that way. I could bury myself in I should have been statements. I read a story at least once a day of someone quitting their job to pursue their dream or their calling, or someone who decides to get married and plans this beautiful wedding in two months because they don’t want to wait to start life together. I see people who have fought their way into their dream jobs, who finally found homes to buy, who have birthed babies. I see all of these people who are where I thought I would be this close to thirty and far beyond. It’s not that what I had planned was so impossible, so unattainable; it just didn’t happen for me.

The other day after a particularly bad day at work, I sat in my car so frustrated. I longed to be able to listen to someone coming down on me for something so ridiculous and say, as calmly as you please “That’s cool. Consider this my two weeks.” But…bills. Responsibilities. Obligations. Necessities like food and water and lights. I don’t get to quit my day job to chase my purpose. If I don’t do whatever it is, there is no one else. If I’m ever going to be able to write and speak full time, it’s going to take a lot more time and planning.

As I’ve been examining every nook and cranny of my life, there are so many things that need to change, many of which are coming to a head. The time to act on them is at hand. I’m not going to worry about the things I can’t control, only those I can. In the next 30-ish days, I’m going to share what I’m going to be working on the year that I am 30.



An Opportunity to Get Altered


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Thanks to a generous donation from someone at church, I’m finally in a position to host my very first giveaway, the Alter Me Contest!!

*cheers* *confetti*

Unlike some giveaways, this giveaway is not based on a rafflecopter, but is based on need and merit. I”m giving you a chance to tell me exactly why you feel you should win a free copy of Altered before the Altar, or why someone you love should be given a free copy.

To enter, simply post why you feel like you should receive a copy of Altered before the Altar. You can talk about changes you want to make to your relationships or spiritual life or anything else you feel reflects how winning a copy of Altered before the Altar will alter you for the better. You can enter on behalf of someone you know who would benefit from the book as well, but be sure to have their first and last name as well as their mailing address should you win a copy for them.

I’ve always wanted to host a giveaway, and I’m so excited to see the responses to this one!

Here are the rules:

To win a physical copy of the book, you must live in the United States. I can send a kindle copy as a gift to readers in Canada, England, etc.

Each winner must be at least 13 years of age.

Each entry must be shared on social media with the hashtag #AlterMe2014 or #Alteredbeforethealtar. Please tag me as well so I can see your entry. Note: whatever social media you choose should be able to be viewed others–I cannot see or accept entries from protected or locked accounts.

You can

post to my Author Facebook page

tweet me @2blu2btru

tag me on Instagram @mz_zeyzey2

Post on my Goodreads author page

and/or comment on this post or at http://www.alteredbeforethealtar.com.

If you haven’t already, be sure to follow me on the above social media.

Contest will run from 12/5/14 to 12/12/14 at 5:00pm EST.

The “Right” to be Depressed?


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I usually don’t comment on controversy or controversial issues in a “large” forum. If you ask me my opinion, I’ll tell you, but I don’t volunteer it, especially if I have no dog in the fight. Through the past year or so, some pretty high profile people have committed suicide or admitted to suffering from depression and I’ve said nothing. I’ve seen the posts on Facebook, Twitter and elsewhere in which people say things like “All that money and still not happy? SMH” or “that person is so selfish to do that” and etcetera. I’ve seen people use it as an opportunity to air their personal views on whether or not someone is going to Hell for committing suicide, and even whether someone has the “right” to suffer from depression, and I haven’t said anything.

To be honest, I feel a little silly saying something now. My limited experience with depression a long time ago doesn’t feel relevant when someone has taken their life. Over the years, I’ve minimized my experience with it and rendered it unimportant, a footnote. I never had to take any medication, so it wasn’t that bad. I was just a little sad, understandable in the circumstances. My experience wasn’t sad enough, long enough or dramatic enough for me to consider myself to be able to talk about it. It was just a few silly feelings a really long time ago. But then I think “how many people are having these ‘silly little feelings’ and sweeping them under the rug when they really need help?” and I can no longer remain silent on this issue.

Depression has about as much to do with your socioeconomic status as happiness–which is to say absolutely nothing. Depression can be caused by chemical imbalance, life circumstances, certain personality disorders, childhood traumas, or any number of things that have nothing to do with the person you are when you are affected by depression. Depression is not a badge of honor for those who are poor or who aren’t famous. Depression is NOT a “right.” It doesn’t take into consideration social constructs like white male privilege or social stereotypes such as “black people don’t suffer from depression.” Depression is NOT a choice but a disease, an affliction.

My experience with depression was mostly circumstantial. I was at a low point in life where tests and trials just kept hitting me from all sides. I had a lot of classic symptoms, but at the time, I didn’t realize it. I suffered from insomnia. I didn’t want to go anywhere. My body ached for no physical reason. I was withdrawn. Even when I did make myself go out, I was isolated and experiencing everything from a distance. I gave myself many stern lectures to “get it together” that didn’t make a difference.

Things reached a head when I was walking along an overpass one day and thought about “falling” into the traffic below (you can read about that experience on my Copywrite1985 site in the Untitled Section under “Living on the Edge”). In that moment, not being around to deal with the tangle and the mess just seemed easier. I can’t speak for those who have committed suicide, but for me, in that moment, the constant buzzing in my head stopped. That was the clearest thought I’d had in a long time. I didn’t really have to do anything; all I had to do was let go, let gravity do all the dirty work. Then all of the hard things will be over. I’d never had that eery feeling before and I haven’t had it since.

The fact that I am still here and am not depressed has very little to do with me. I made the decision not to jump or “fall,” sure, but that was because as overwhelming as what I was going through felt, I knew there was a light at the end of that tunnel. As idealistic and patronizing as it sounds, I clung to God and He pulled me out. I know for some, they also need medication and intensive therapy, and I see no restriction or commandment against that for a Christian or anyone else. If changing your diet and exercising helps, do that. If seeing a therapist works, do that. If it’s not illegal or immoral and it works, do that.

Worrying about what other people will think can play into depression. It did for me. It can deepen the disconnect, prevent people from seeking help, and serve to isolate people from the resources that could help them. Thinking that you are supposed to be above depression because you’re famous, rich, a certain ethnicity, a certain religion, or anything else is a false notion. Minimizing depression and saying your just sad doesn’t make it go away. But I also know that getting over the worries of how people perceive you and how they will perceive you admitting to depression isn’t as easy as it sounds. Eight years later and I’m still struggling through this post.

The point, then, is to bring back some sensitivity to this area. If you haven’t lived through it, you can’t  speak to the effects depression can have and what it can influence people to do. Even if you have experienced it, it doesn’t mean that you can speak for or about everyone who has suffered with it. Sometimes as people we have to learn to keep our mouths off of other people’s situations unless it’s to pray earnestly for that situation. Someone’s illness is not fodder for us to gather likes for pithy commentary or deep thoughts, nor is it to further our personal agendas. It’s not for us to “be God” and pronounce judgments or make decrees as to who has the right to suffer. If anything, it’s a call to arms against an illness, a disease–not a person.

That’s my two cents, anyway. Leave yours in the comments section.

God bless.



Rejoicing & Mourning


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It’s been a busy week for me in the “rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn” life. One of my critique partners terminated her contract with her publisher and decided to self-publish her book after it had been released for a day. She found a cover designer and re-released her book very quickly. I’m so proud of how she handled the situation and acted so promptly to get it turned around. My other critique partner got an agent AND sold her book to Harlequin Love Inspired Suspense through their Killer Voices competition. Three books have been bought through the competition in two days! We’ve all been celebrating these writers and their achievements. The last piece of my writing circle, my beta reader, has been on vacation all week long relaxing in the sun with her love and his family. All around me, there are wonderful things happening.

In my soon to be published book for single women, I have what I’m calling an “in the meantime” section on being happy for others while dealing with discontentment. The bible tells us to rejoice with those who rejoice and to mourn with those who mourn, but what does that really mean? How can you be happy for someone when you aren’t happy with where you are in life? How can you mourn with someone when things are going great in your life? Why is this important?

Over the years, I’ve had a lot of experience in this area. I’ve survived many waves of engagements, weddings, and baby showers. I’ve seen several friends lose their mothers, fathers, or close family and friends. I’ve seen friends receive “the call” in publishing as well as many receiving rejections or getting burned by publishing deals that have gone bad. None of these things happened in a vacuum when NOTHING was going on in my life. I had to decide to be there for them while going through my own things.

The call to rejoice or mourn with others wasn’t written to punish us, to rub salt in wounds, or to make us feel superior to anyone else. It was to teach us empathy and to get outside of ourselves. In order to celebrate with others, I have to put aside my disappointments, which I was supposed to roll onto the Lord anyway. When you mourn with people, you begin to be grateful for what you have and stop coveting or being greedy to obtain. Both of these are things that WE need. It also shows us our hearts. When we are truly close to people, we want the best for them and we want to be there for them when things aren’t the best.

Two pieces of advice I give in the book is to truly get to know the people you fellowship with and to pray for others in positions you would like to be in one day. Getting to know people outside of their social media or the image they project, getting to see the hard work and dedication that they put into achieving will help you to be happy for them when they finally achieve their goals. It’s called investment. If you believe someone got a promotion they aren’t qualified for, instead of being upset, pray that they can acquire the skills to do the job. These two principles really shifted my perspective on getting engaged and getting married. I was able to get beyond what I wanted and truly see others. I was able to get the focus off of myself and my selfish wants and use my life to impact others.

You’ll have to wait for the book to get the other eight points. 😀

It’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride this week. I’ve been swamped at work because people are out, a tropical storm is threatening, all the work is hitting my desk at once, and the side hustle has picked up. Things are getting to be hurry up and wait with the book (got the cover artist–hurry up!; book is out with people to beta read–waiting!). My critique partners are kicking butt. Harlequin online community friends ALL seemed to have a book out this week (and my wallet is screaming at me to stop. Buying. Books). I am struggling to get words on the page. There aren’t enough hours in the day and at the same time there are too many hours in the working day. It’s been a week, people! But I’m so happy that I got to celebrate with my sweet friends, to focus on something other than this dragging, sagging, “I could have sworn it was Tuesday twice this week” week.

So stop being a wet blanket, a hater, a backbiter, complainer, covetous or envious fuddy duddy, or an arrogant, conceited, condescending showoff and take on someone else’s joys and hurts. Let’s grow together.



Freestyle Friday: No Comparison


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It’s been a while since I’ve done a Freestyle Friday, and today felt like a great day to do one. The sun is shining (and hot), I’m off work, and I just received word on a contest entry (and it was a rejection/pass/other words for no thank you).I was going to wait until later in the day to check my email, but I’m glad I got it out of the way. Now that I know what’s going on there, I can go on with my day off. I follow the message thread for the contest and have seen the yays and nays rolling in all morning. I posted my first page on my writing blog here and invited others to do the same and share the links. I didn’t get any feedback in my email and wanted to get some on my page, and I figured others would like to do the same.

One thing I’m making sure not to do, though, is go into reading pages and giving feedback with a mind to compare. Competition brings out the desire to compare like nothing else. Every time I watch Four Weddings I notice how the other brides size each  other up and tear each other’s weddings down. I can’t imagine having anyone at my wedding whose main objective was to critique my every choice and make themselves feel better or worse based on the wedding I throw. But back to this writing competition.

I know how raw and open a rejection leaves me feeling (I’m three for three in the rejections game now). The last thing I want to do is read what others have written and start comparing. There’s no future in it. Either I’ll think mine is better and wonder why they got picked and I didn’t or I’ll think I could never write something that measured up. None of those are constructive. We each have our own voice. Editors pick and choose stories based on several factors, some of which have nothing to do with the quality of your writing. Maybe your story doesn’t fit their line or they have something very similar coming out soon. Maybe they would love it if they had more than the first page.

I’m also trying to keep my growing cache of rejections in perspective. I’m not use to being unsuccessful, especially when it comes to writing. It’s hard not to take rejections personally–I mean, I wrote it; that’s kind of personal. I know that the rejections don’t necessarily mean that there is anything wrong with my writing, but it does call into question my abilities to write for this publisher, to write in this genre, to be successful in this market. Yes, friends, the doubt crows are circling.

The rest of my life is as uneventful as my inactivity on this blog suggests. My five year anniversary at the day job is this Sunday. My relationship is pretty much the same and in the same place. I’m still planning to self-publish my Christian non-fiction book for teenage and young adult women. I talked to a graphic designer about designing a cover and formatting the book for me. I’m still looking into a proofreader for the project. I’ve been editing through the book and am amazed all over again at the things God wrote through me in this book. Prayerfully, soon I will be able to do a title and cover reveal for you guys and set a release date. Thanks to everyone who has supported me in the writing of this book. It’s almost here!!

Freestyle (I Wish It Was) Friday: The Wordless Edition


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Posts here have been severely lacking. I would love to say it was because I’ve been putting a colossal amount of words into my Works in Progress (WIPs), particularly my Christian relationship book that I’ve been working on forever, but that’s not really the case. Sigh. I’ve been reading through what I have, though, and figuring out where the holes are that I need to fill in within the chapters I’ve yet to finish. I know what I have to finish. That’s progress.

I sent off the revised first four or five chapters of Pleasure’s Payne to my critique partners to some positive feedback. I’ve loved this story for years, so I was pleased that others love it as well. Now I just have to finish the story. Yet another sigh.

On to non-writing related things? Well, not much to report there. Mr. Perfect and I went to lunch and dinner on Sunday with friends. I enjoyed having girl time to go shopping and play with makeup while Mr. Perfect and my friend’s husband watched the game. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out and done girly things like that. It was so much fun. I came home with a new dress, necklace, makeup and a little poorer.

I’ve been feeling a need to pull away from social media. I think it would help to refocus my energy on getting some of the stories I’ve been working on out into the world, along with freeing up my time to do a few other things I wanted to do. I still have a bunch of posts I need to do here and on my other sites, though–reviews, etc. I’m going to schedule those tonight and spend the next two weeks or so fasting from social media (starting tomorrow–gulp!) You will still be able to email me; I have to check my email (I’m waiting on thing. Exciting things. Things I can’t tell you about). Drop me a line at mz [dot] zeyzey2 [at] gmail [dot] com. But I will not be on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook (though you will see my blog posts posting to those sites during that time as they post automatically).

I can’t wait to come back recharged with so much more to say about my word of the year (submission), news on my WIPs that is better than “I ain’t wrote nothin’,” and some clarity on some things that I need clarity on. Maybe some other things–we’ll see.

What are you needing to pull away from lately? What are you doing with your time?

Hunger Pains: Insights on Esau & His Birthright


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The legacy of Esau has always intrigued me. While his father and brother are highlighted in the “golden chapter” on faith, Hebrews 11, Esau is listed with the fornicators and is called “profane” (or “godless” depending on your translation). When he went to his father for his blessing, he didn’t receive it. Even though he sought it, he couldn’t take back his choice (or found no repentance). I wondered for a long time why Esau was called godless, why his godlessness was linked with fornication. How are these things linked?

It’s easy to say “I just can’t understand why Esau would give up his birthright for a meal. I would never do that.” But the longer I studied this scripture, the more I realized that I, and maybe you, have done this more than once. What God showed me in Esau’s story is the effect of hunger on us. Esau isn’t the only “hungry” person I found in my study. I realized that a lot of us are trading our birthrights to satisfy temporary hungers and it convicted me enough to write this post.

In our lives, we can be “hungry” for many things. Some women are hungry for a husband. Some are hungry for professional advancement. Some are hungry for children. Some are hungry for material gain. Not all of the things we want are bad; it’s when our hunger for them leads us away from God that they become a problem.

In Esau’s case, he was physically hungry. He had been out in the field and came in so hungry he was faint and weak. He insists that he’s on the point of death he is so hungry. He tells Jacob that his birthright wouldn’t be any good to him if he were dead, and he carelessly gives it away for food. After he eats, he gets up and goes on his way, not realizing what he has given up.

I wonder why Esau didn’t come in sooner and address his hunger. Why did he let himself get so hungry he’s sure he’ll die if he doesn’t have food. Yet we let things become such an urgent need for us that they become all we can focus on. We convince ourselves that we will die for want of them. For example, when I started writing my book, I really wanted to get married. I focused so much on getting married that I would throw up wedding plans and marriage guides. If anything had marriage in its title, it had my attention. I was willing to listen to just about anyone’s philosophy on love and marriage. I was hungry for it. There’s a term for being so hungry that you lose your ability to function as yourself, hangry. I’ve felt that several times over. Esau was convinced he was at death’s door. It’s my opinion that he wasn’t really at the point of death– if he were, he wouldn’t have eaten and then been able to go on his way as if he weren’t dying minutes ago–but I know that phantom feeling that you’re just going to die if you don’t have something you want because I’ve lived with it. Here’s the thing, though–I’m still here! I didn’t die because I didn’t get married. You won’t die if you don’t get whatever, either. Unless it is a medical necessity that you have it, you’ll be just fine.

Esau also went to the wrong person. Esau and Jacob struggled with each other in their mother’s womb. Their differences further separated them. Jacob was more concerned with what he could get out of his brother than helping him. Sometimes when we are hungry, we go to the wrong person to fulfill our needs. The women we talk to about wanting a husband don’t have husbands; the people we complain about our jobs with are unemployed or underemployed. We look to men to fill us and we wonder why we are still hungry.

Esau didn’t understand the discrepancy between what he was receiving and what he was giving away. The birthright of the firstborn entitled him to an inheritance of property and other benefits that were worth far more than a meal. Esau also lost his blessing from Isaac when Jacob impersonated him. What he received in return was so minimal in comparison. Several times in the New Testament, the Bible identifies Christians as heirs (Romans 8:17; Titus 3:7; Gal. 3:29; 4:7). We are in line to inherit the promises of God. But we often give that birthright away in favor of temporary fulfillment. The wages of sin is death and separation from God. So when we give in to temptation and fornicate, commit adultery, lie, steal, gossip, etc., we are exchanging our inheritance for death. These people have no place in God’s kingdom and no part of His inheritance.

We have to stop going from temporary satisfaction to temporary satisfaction that are moving us further and further away from God and aren’t even fulfilling us. Christ tells the woman at the well that whoever drinks water from the well will thirst again, but whoever drinks the water He will give them will never thirst again. That’s true fulfillment and satisfaction. The difference with being hungry for a relationship with God is that our hunger will be satisfied. The bible says “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness; for they shall be filled.”

There are other things that I got out of this study, but you’ll have to buy my book when it comes out to read about them. 😉 I’m so excited about the last little areas of the book coming together. It’s a lot more in-depth than I could have imagined when I started writing it.