A great prayer...

The following prayer is taken from another blogger, Kristen Lippert-Martin

Check her out, especially if you are trying to write ANYTHING at all 

 

A Writer’s Prayer

God grant me the serenity to sit my twitchy rear-end

down in that chair once again

and make that cursor move
across the computer screen,

even if the only way I can do so

is to repeatedly apply my forehead

to the keyboard like a chicken

pecking the ground for meal worms. 

Lord, please help me to accept the things
that cannot be changed,

like the fact that the entire premise of my next book --

the one I'm super excited about –

causes most people to either shrug with indifference

or say, “Ooooh-kaaay. Sounds, you know, interesting.

Good luck with that.”

Give me the courage to change those things
that should be changed,

even though I have damn well changed them enough,

and I don’t want to change them again.

No, I don’t.
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.

La-La-La-La-La…I’m not listening.

I’m not listening to that little voice of doom in my head

(and my gut better shut up too if it knows what’s good for it).

Help me to see the difference between something
that’s actually funny and
 lame jokes predicated on esoteric references
to “BJ and The Bear.”

And when I am in the darkest hour of Querying,

walk with me, Lord, and be my rock and my shield.

Also, this would be one of those times

when I could use some serious smiting of my enemies.

May I suggest one of those plague things You do so well?

Or a flood.

 Whatever You’re in the mood for. Feel free to improvise,

 but be sure to make it extra, you know, vengeful,

since vengeance is exclusively Your thing

and not for me to indulge in

 no matter how much I might really, really want to.

Lord, grant me some more of that serenity

so that I might not freak out at my agent

 when she tells me that I need to revise
based on feedback.

Again.

Because You of all people realize

that even if that poor woman were getting
an 85% commission on the sale of my work,

it wouldn’t be enough to compensate her

 for having to listen to all my whining.

And lo, though I may walk

through the valley of the shadow of rejection --

which incidentally is a long-ass
and extremely shadowy valley

and not to complain but, geez, WTF?

How about the occasional peak now and again

just to break up the scenery a bit

(just something to think about

-- even You aren’t immune to suggestions for improvement) –

Yes, O Lord, be at my side during these desolate hours

and try not to take it personally when I lash out

at You, the world in general, and all those
who don’t “get me.”

And finally, Lord, grant me the wisdom to understand 

why it is that I do this writing thing,

 because there must be a damn good reason

or else I wouldn’t keep sitting here,

 day after day,

watching that little cursor winking at me

 like it’s in on some big cosmic joke

that I don’t know about.

 Because it’s not all one big joke, right?

Hello?

Anybody there?