Shannon McNear, Author

I'm writing! I'm writing! And it's the new story ... I wrote 628 words last night of a completely new scene. What I did? Switched POV. The main protag is male, the father of ... several. (Gee, wonder where I get my model for that?) But for a few weeks now, I've had a female POV floating around my thoughts, as well--that of his oldest daughter, who is destined to be ... well, I probably better not give that away just yet. So, after leaving the main POV character hanging, I started the next scene in hers ... and it just flowed. Thank you, Lord! I love it when that happens. ~~~~~~~~ Speaking of ... Bible study today was amazing. We studied a section of Revelation 12, and the main idea is that throughout the span of our lives--the WAS (our past), the IS (our present) and the IS TO COME (our future), God also is the One who WAS, who IS, and who IS TO COME. He is the Eternal Presence, the Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End--and when we struggle with all those th

I'm stuck. Two more weeks till we find out the results of the second round on the Noble Theme. Why do I feel like the last 23 years of my life hinges on this contest? Is it just the need for validation? ("Just" ... faugh!) If I dont' make second-round finals, I'm going to need to do some more retooling. Again. After, what, three or four times just in the past two years? And if I do make it ... I might still feel the need for that. Or, I might need to just put everything I've already written aside, and concentrate on getting the first of the series written. And speaking of that one ... I have the story in my head, I know I SHOULD write it ... but I'm at the point where it's more duty than passion to write, and I'm stuck on a stupid scene in the first chapter where the guys are hunting this huge creature, Stone Age style ... and I just don't feel like writing it. I don't feel like writing ANYthing right now. Obviously, I'm goi

Yikes. My thoughts online ... again. *shudder* I just overheard my 11 yo daughter playing house. More specifically, she's playing ME. I've never heard her do this before, at least not in this way ... but she was engaged in a pretend phone conversation with 7 yo daughter across the room, quizzing her on how everyone is doing, is the babysitting going well, etc. Then I heard her say, "I'm working on editing my book ... yes, it will take me a while; writing a book isn't a quick job, you know?" Double yikes. :-) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This has been a roller-coaster week. Saturday, July 2. Duncan would have been 6. Where has the time gone, O Lord? And how incredible the path You've brought us down ... the healing, the blessing, the comfort! Dad and the two older boys trekked to Wal-Mart and bought the cake. They had Duncan's name done in icing over a rainbow, and all eight "here on earth" children insisted on candles and singing. I couldn