I
am a Christian, but I do not write for Christian booksellers. I write
for a large mainstream publisher based in New York that doesn’t mention
glorifying God and edifying the body of Christ in its mission
statement; however, I write about my private conversations with God and
my personal victories because of Him.
In my new novel, Someone
Bad and Something Blue, my main character, Angel Crawford,
searches for two things: a hit man to kill a young mom, and someone
from her past threatening her school-age daughter. Both things Angel
seeks are similar, because they represent what keeps me on my knees at
night. God, can I protect my daughter on my own?
Sure many woman are raising
children without the child’s father; however, for me, despite all the
instances that God has come through for me and my child, I still sit up
at night, fearing that someone will learn that I can’t do it all, that
I can’t be a father to my child, that the ball will drop and devastate
us all.
These constant slaps to my faith
. . . I put them in my book, a sad reminder of my human weakness.
Angel personifies a weakness in
my faith. She moves through the city like a superhero without souped-up
genetics or an uber-rich, genius father who can give her tools to
vanquish her arch enemy. No she’s an Atlanta bail recovery agent. She
is intelligent, peachy, a woman of faith who can throw a mean round
kick, but suck rocks when it comes to being real with herself about her
life.
What she isn’t—and she knows
this deep inside—is the one thing she can never be for her child. So
she tries to compensate for this shortfall by helping other women,
making them feel better about themselves, protecting their faith. Her
good deeds almost give her peace. Almost. She still doesn’t think she
is enough, because she can’t control how the deficits of her life will
be met.
This
is the heart of my weakness in my faith—not surrendering to the fact
that God is in control, not me. That God will protect me and my
daughter, as He has done for the past twelve years.
Although I know this, I wake up
every morning as if I have amnesia. Like me, Angel can’t see how her
contractor, Big Tiger, provides and protects her family or her
sidekick, and budding love interest, Pastor Justus Morgan, relieves her
of some of her
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parenting
duties when she allows it. She can’t
understand any of that because all she sees is what’s wrong with her
situation.
When
I was invited to write for
my publisher, I was reluctant. Would I be dishonoring God writing for a
non-faith-based company? What type of content would I have to change in
my story to fit the line? Would I be compromising myself for a check I
could count on for a few years? Why would God put me in this situation
when He knows how passionate I am about Christian fiction?
I took a light and cautious step
down a path that veered from what I thought would be the best road for
me. And then I had a chat with my editor. I learned that she was
Christian also. She understood what I was doing and had a vision for
where I could go that wouldn’t compromise me but would introduce me to
the kind of reader my stories were created for. Strong-willed but messy
women of faith who live on the fringe, not to survive, but to thrive.
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