https://i0.wp.com/blaaklistwriters.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/Day-6-Need-Silence.jpg?fit=560%2C315315560Shauna Blaakhttp://blaaklistwriters.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/logo-really-long-2-1-300x75.jpgShauna Blaak2017-11-10 22:55:032017-11-10 22:55:03Day 6 - What Do You Need? 13 Scriptures to Bring Comfort
Tongue tied, mind blank, uninspired, burned out, writer’s block… Whatever you call it, it’s awful.
This has been a hectic week of busyness for me, the culmination of months of musical instruction and training. My voice and piano students have their formal exams in less than forty-eight hours, and the pressure is ON. I know, I know, the pressure is theirs to bear, not mine. But a teacher always carries the silent burden of
“Have I done enough? Do they really understand? Are they ready?”
Add to that the last-minute pressures of final rehearsals, emotionally charged students with exam-day jitters, and it’s only natural to ask yourself, “Have I forgotten anything?”
It’s no wonder I have writer’s block.
To be honest, Walking in Unforced Rhythms is proving to be both a mystery and a challenge to me. I wish I could say that I’m a master at this, but I’m really not. It’s more like I’m enrolled in ‘Unforced Rhythm School’ and wading through performance reviews and mid-terms.
Father, help me.
And then, the strangest thing happened tonight. As I lay my head on my pillow, willing myself to slumber, inspiration finally struck!
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Are you burning out in the race toward success? Do you work and sweat, shooting in the dark and hoping that you’ll somehow hit your destiny? Consider the following…
WALKING IN UNFORCED RHYTHMS IS KIND OF LIKE GHOSTWRITING.
“Shauna, I want you to write my story.” Her statement came right out of the blue and took my breath away.
“Really? You want me?” Inside my head, I asked, “Am I good enough to write YOUR story?” But she was adamant, and it ignited a confidence and excitement in me that I didn’t expect.
For the next six months, I had the incredible privilege of being the ghostwriter for this lovely woman who lives more than 10,000 km away from me. For obvious reason, I won’t tell you the who, what, or why of her book except to say, “It was so fun!”
She would send me a basic outline for each chapter so I knew the gist of what she wanted to say. Then we’d have a Skype appointment so we could chat through the details, and so I could hear her explain it in her own words. I’d even record our chats on my phone so that I could go back and re-listen to her voice.
Those Skype appointments quickly became a highlight. We didn’t just talk about chapters; we became long-distance friends. We’d chat about what’s going on in our lives, how our kids are doing, how we’re feeling, and what we’re passionate about. Before long, I started to understand her as a person, not just a client.
* I became familiar with her voice and how she naturally explains herself.
* I got to know her likes and dislikes.
* I began to understand how she thinks and what she wants.
What a privilege to help someone else bring their story to life!
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She woke with a start, the sound of the alarm slicing through the silence like fingernails on chalkboard. How could it be morning ALREADY?
The restlessness of the past six hours showed in the dark circles under her eyes. Tossing, turning, and praying desperately for relief from her racing thoughts. Too much to think about, too much to do. The snoring coming from beside her was a cruel reminder that she wasn’t sleeping… again.
She desperately wanted to collapse on her pillow and let unconsciousness take over… but she couldn’t!
Sit up. Shake off the sleepiness. She had work to do, deadlines to meet, responsibilities to take care of. There’s no time for slumber today.
After dragging herself from under the warm blankets and stubbing her toe on the corner of the bed, she staggered into the bathroom. This exhausted woman who looked like she had just run a marathon and then been hit by a truck,
looked at herself in the mirror,
took a big breath
“Good morning, Gorgeous! You are totally gonna ROCK today!”