It’s hard to believe I can write that. I’ve imagined it for so long, and now that the time has come, I feel like I have no words. But there it is.
To God be all glory, honour, and praise!
I fought to find a publisher for a long time. Between rejections and gasps of shock over the sums of money some required, I prayed and wrote and rewrote and edited.
I was sure God had a plan for this book. I had seen His hand in it over and over. He had given me inspiration through His word. And when I grew discouraged, time with Him set me running again.
After months of searching, times of frustration, and encouragement from another writer (thank you, Jana!), I decided not to focus so much time on publishing. My next novel was being neglected and the poor characters needed some help.
Through a chain of blogs—shortly after I slowed my search—I stumbled across a small press just beginning its own journey. I appreciated their mission: to publish noble, pure Christian books. And I thought, Well, it doesn’t hurt to send a query.
Honestly, I made myself forgot about it. I didn’t expect to hear back from them for a long time, if at all, so I stowed it in the back of my mind and went on with life.
Until I received an email a short time later expressing great interest in my manuscript.
Could it really be the answer? The beginning of the end of the journey?
As I type this now, I have a contract with Calla Press Publishing, with plans for Voice of the Ashes to slide onto bookshelves in 2025.
The beginning of the end?
By God’s grace.
In His time.