I'm often asked if I always wanted to be an author. I didn't really ever think about becoming one. But I always wrote in a journal. I wrote thoughts, prayers, poems...boring stuff about my life. When I began my fiction journey, I didn't feel I had the time to journal anymore, and those little books fell by the wayside. This fall, when a friend read my early draft of a novel I'd just finished writing, she said something that struck me as true.
She said something like: You know, you're journaling with your fiction.
And it's true. Journaling is a practice that explores thoughts and feelings surrounding the events of your life. It's used for stress relief, therapy, exploration of heavy topics, and even brainstorming. I often spent time talking to God in my journal.
So, yes, I think I do that now with fiction instead. I think one of my greatest fears has been to lose a child, and maybe that made its way into this story.
Here's the reader letter I wrote for the novella Falling for Grace.
This story deals with the incredibly painful grief of losing a child. I know I'm not able to adequately deliver the message of what horror that must be, having never lost a baby whom I had held in my arms. I did lose one through miscarriage, which was an extremely sad time for me--that deep ache of loss and disappointment. In my grief, I often felt isolated, since my husband and I were the only ones who had known this child--other than God. During that experience, I often mourned silently at the sight of fully pregnant women and infants born around when mine would've been, or reaching those sweet milestones. Not that I didn't want others to be joyful and have healthy children, but I wondered what my child would've been like, and those what-ifs ospun through my heart. What if I'd done something differently? Had I lifted something too heavy, worked too hard weeding the flower bed? Was it my fault? I experienced the fear and worry of trying to have another child. Knowing in my heart, even if I did, another child was not a replacement for the baby I'd lost.
Losing a child goes against the natural order of things, breaking pieces of parents' hearts that can't be mended back to the way they were before. But I believe our God can take our sorrows and our tears, capture them, and form those crumbled shards in a new way, though painful, into something precious. We also need each other, friends. Grief support can be another way to climb out of that hollow, broken place. I pray for each of you who might be grieving and want to offer those dashed hopes the promise of the One who binds up the brokenhearted.
The eBook version of Falling for Grace is free on Amazon for five days if you'd like to read it. Amazon link.
Do you journal? If so, what do you like about the process? Can I pray for you today?
How was 2018 for you?
My family and I had both good and bad times, but I’m choosing to focus on the good.
Do y’all like to travel?
My kids and I seem to have inherited the travel bug. My husband wasn’t born with this urge to go on voyages, but we cajoled him into crossing the Atlantic and taking us to Ireland.
He did really well, despite the fact that one night I fell on a bumpy sidewalk in the small Irish town of Dingle, and then we found out that a mini-tornado had knocked a tree onto our house back home in Mississippi.
We were blessed that our neighbors and friends took care of covering the hole in our roof and letting Service Pro inside to dry our home.
Actually, the blessings of our trip were many. We didn’t hate each other at the end of the two weeks! (Sometimes we fuss a little on vacations…) The weather was great! Only one day of rain in Ireland is pretty much a miracle. Everything was beautiful!
If you know me a little, you might guess that my favorite part was seeing their rocky beaches! And yes, I’m planning a novel where my characters will go to Ireland. The heroine might even fall like I did, ha!
What did you do this year? Can I pray about anything for you?
To celebrate the holidays, the Kindle version of my novel Tackling the Fields is free on Amazon right now!
We’re not quite to fall, but it’s not too early to start collecting some holiday reads!
I’ve joined with seven other authors from Inspy Romance to create A Christmas to Remember novella collection. This set of 8 unique novellas releases October 2 only on Amazon or Kindle Unlimited. The stories will be available through the end of 2018, then the collection will disband and the novellas will have to be purchased individually.
I'm super excited about being a part of this group, and I love the cover for Falling for Grace!
Here’s a little about my novella:
Falling for Grace
Grace Logan has taken a lot of tumbles in life, but she works hard to bounce right back. Dreams shattered and hope for reconciliation gone, Grace needs a place where she can pick herself up now that her ex is marrying her former best friend. Her boss’s beach house in Santa Rosa seems like the perfect getaway, but stumbling into the attractive-but-damaged handyman next door isn’t part of the plan.
After losing his infant son—and his marriage—Seth Gibbs is left with smothering grief and guilt. Bad memories make it difficult to find a new normal, so he escapes to his family’s vacation home. Three years later, he’s still in Santa Rosa with no plans to leave.
That is…until Grace falls into his life.
Click to find out more and pre-order A Christmas to Remember on Amazon! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H6RH6F1/
I hope you enjoy!
Some of you have read about or heard me share about the reasons I write, but in case you missed it, I've posted them here.
Twenty-six years ago, a car ran a red light and crashed into the vehicle I was a passenger in. At the time, I was pregnant with my daughter. Time seemed to move in slow motion as I watched the car coming toward us.
On impact, we spun around and landed an inch away from a telephone pole in the yard of a fire station. I left in an ambulance, due to neck pain, but my fear was for my unborn child. She’s grown and perfectly fine, but what I didn’t know would stay with me, other than some aggravating neck problems, after that wreck….was anxiety.
I began feeling tremendous anxiety in vehicles. And eventually, I began having panic attacks on the interstate while driving, which was odd because my wreck wasn’t on an interstate. The wreck triggered something in my brain that had to do with the fight or flight mode—an acute stress response.
I’d heard of panic attacks on a news show and thought, That’s silly. Just do whatever it is, and go on with life. But that judgement (like so many I’ve made) came back to bite me.
The issue that I thought was silly became a problem I would deal with for the rest of my life. So far.
I’m an open person. I am what I am. This is it. I share about my problems. I joke with my friends about the fact that if we’re going somewhere requiring us to drive on the interstate, we can take my car, but I’m not going to be the driver. Because I’ve been candid about my anxiety issue, over the years, I’ve met a lot of people who confided that they too had panic attacks, or some suffered from depression, bipolar, or another brain disorder.
I also learned something else that made my heart ache. Not only did these people suffer from a disorder that, in and of itself, was miserable, they also endured shame because of it. They experienced embarrassment because they felt no one would understand--that people would think, like I used to, they should 'just get over it.' People like me before I had suffered my own first panic attack.
I wanted to write a story that showed no matter what the weakness or problem or disorder, we are all still useful to our families, our churches, and our communities. We can be a part of doing good things in God’s kingdom, even while we are still suffering. Sometimes, we just have to accept ourselves and look outside of that issue. Look outside and see how we can be a good friend, a good family member, a listening ear, a volunteer—do a job that we can do. And know that God loves us.
So that’s one strand of how I came to write a book.
The other reason? I was a prodigal. No excuses. I had a good family. They taught me right from wrong and raised me well, took me to church, supported my extracurricular activities. Still—in my late teens, I chose to wander a different path. It was the path culture sold through media and song and books--an alluring path that promised happiness, but one that ended in sadness. No, I didn’t end up in a literal pigpen. I went to college, got a degree, worked at my job, and made friends. I knew and still believed in what was right, but didn’t want to give up control of my life.
Inside, though, the old expression held true. I had a hole in my heart only God could fill.
At twenty-six years old, I hit my knees and begged the Lord to take me back. I was finally willing to go where He led me if only He would have me.
From then on, I heard the prodigal story anew. The parable was more about God than it was about the prodigal. The fact that our loving Father is waiting, watching, and searching us out. And He yearns to have his children back with Him. In Luke 15, Jesus describes a scene like that, where a father is waiting. He runs to his son who has finally turned down the road toward home. The father throws his arms around his long-lost child's neck. He puts a ring on his finger and throws a party to celebrate.
Like our Father does when we come back to Him.
So, I write stories with prodigals as characters because that’s what I know. The messes of our past also don’t eliminate us from being useful in God’s service. Isaiah 61 says God gives beauty for ashes. He can transform the ashes of our pasts into something beautiful if we give Him the chance. If we let Him take over. That was the second message I wanted to share in that first book, Leaving Oxford.
And I want to share that message in all my stories. Otherwise, this writing gig is way too hard for me. Honestly, I'm always surprised when I finish writing a book. If it's good, it has to be God! The mess-ups...all me.
My book Leaving Oxford is temporarily free as an eBook. Do you know someone who needs that message of God's love—the message about His ability to take our messes and make something beautiful? Maybe share the freebie with them?
I also have some Audible codes to share. Tackling the Fields is the latest production by narrator Naomi Karez, and I'll give away five codes to audio readers who comment on this post that you're interested in receiving them. (Void where prohibited.) Here's a sample:
What's coming up? I am currently writing a story that deals with addiction, a painful issue which affects so many families today. I would appreciate your prayers that I follow God's leading as I write.
Finally, how can I pray for you today? Feel free to send me a message on my contact page.
Janet W. Ferguson
Happy Spring! The weather doesn't seem to want to make up its mind whether we're going to be hot or cold, but the flowers are in bloom here in Mississippi anyway!
I'm looking forward to attending the afternoon with Mississippi Authors, Wednesday, April 11, 2018 1:00 - 3:00 PM at the Mendenhall Public Library Community Center. If you're in the area, come visit with us!
Also, if you live near Winona, MS, the Friends of the Winona-Montgomery County Library have invited me to speak and eat April 9th at Moore Memorial Methodist Church Family Life Center. Purchase advance tickets from the library for the luncheon.
A few authors joined together to celebrate spring with free or 99 cent novels, and I'm excited to be a part of the festivities! Find your deals here!
I pray your Easter is meaningful next weekend.
Welcome new subscribers and faithful friends! Thank you for your support!
Narrator Naomi Karez has done a fantastic job narrating--again! If you missed meeting Naomi, read about her here. More about my novel Going Up South (or order it) here.
I'm offering two people who comment below (by 2-24-18) an opportunity for a free Audible code for Going Up South. (Void where prohibited.) I also have one code left to offer for Leaving Oxford. If you haven't read it, yet, or would just like to listen to it, mention that in the comments, too.
Meeting Readers, Bloggers, and Authors at CRAVE HIM Reader Event in Dallas!
Book signings and speaking to schools and libraries!
ACFW-American Christian Fiction Writers Conference & meeting my audio book narrator!
Thanks to everyone reading this for being a part of my story! Wishing you blessings in 2018!
As Christmas nears, some are in the midst of pain and brokenness. This season is marred by the loss of a parent, a child, a friend, or another dear person. Some may have been in the path of the storms which came with floods, fire, and wind. Others received that diagnosis, those divorce papers, lost a job. Addictions, betrayals, and pain may have shredded your peace, damaged your hope.
How do we go from brokenness to praise in this holiday season?
Over the past year, I have wrestled with learning to give God praise and glory, not because of my circumstances or my perceived blessings, but because He is God and He is good—because He is my Father in heaven who will hold my hand during the pain, who will comfort me during loss, who will give me peace despite the storm.
Faith is not at its strongest when all is well in my life, but faith kicks in when it seems all is lost, yet somehow, He still offers hope.
I have to catch hold of that hope and hang on with a white-knuckled grasp. I must believe that He catches my tears and that He is enough to get me through whatever season I’m in.
As we celebrate a baby born in a stable, wrapped in swaddling clothes, let us remember that the baby became a man who carried a heavy cross on a back that was torn for us. He was tempted in every way, a man who knew sorrows, but for the joy set before Him endured the cross and shame. Because of His great love for us, He looked past the temporary brokenness to the eternal, and He has defeated death! He is preparing a place for us!
This is Good News!
Hebrews 13:15 says …let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God…
So while my circumstances rise and fall from mountaintop to valley here in this present age, I so desire a faith that clings to Hope and the Good News in the midst of my brokenness.
My prayer is that you will find that Joy and Hope this season!
Janet W. Ferguson
I hope you are having a great start to the holiday season!
Along my writing journey, I’ve met some of the greatest people, both readers and authors, and today I wanted to introduce you to a few friends I’ve made. We are all Christian authors writing the stories we feel called to tell. For the Christmas holidays, we got together to give you the gift of friendship along with some great holiday reading for a great price. Sales running from December 8-12!
A Pony Express Romance by Misty Beller- Only 99 cents!
Then There Was You by Kara Isaac- Only $1.99!
Finders Keepers by Sarah Monzon- Only 99 cents!
The Carpenter’s Daughter by Jennifer Rodewald- Only 99 cents!
Homestands by Sally Bradley- Only 99 cents!
Count Me In by Mikal Dawn- Only 99 cents!
Leveraging Lincoln by Stephenia H. McGee- Only 99 cents!
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So Rare a Gift by Amber Lynn Perry- Only $2.99!
Convenient Lies by Robin Patchen- Only $2.99!
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Calm & Bright by Autumn Macarthur- Free!
Leaving Oxford by Janet W. Ferguson- Free!
Unraveled by Heidi McCahan- Free!
Season of Hope by Alexa Verde- Only 99 cents!
Mail-Order Revenge by Angela K. Couch- Free!
Christmas Reunion by Laura Scott- Free!
Making Spirits Bright by Toni Shiloh and other authors: Only 99 cents!
Enjoy!! Merry Christmas and peace to all!
BTW: Local Friends, I will be at Bay Window Books on Saturday, December 9 from 10-1 signing books with a few other local authors! Hope to see you :)
My husband called from work and said there was a starving cat in the parking lot, and he felt bad for it. For several days, the cat waited for someone to come out, would rub on their legs, and beg. We decided he would take it to our vet and find her a new home. I went to pick her up and pay. The vet brought her out, and I was mortified. She was like petting a skeleton. Her hair was a weird brownish color with some flaky stuff in it. One ear was pointed in the wrong direction. Honestly I was a little grossed out, and I'm a cat lover. The vet said she was about a year old and weighed only four pounds. She couldn't be spayed yet because she was too small and sick.
They put her in a cardboard box, and I nervously drove home. What had we gotten into?
By the time I made the fifteen minute drive home, she had eaten her way out of the box and had an accident :(
She lived in our spacious guest bathroom away from our other two cats for her safety and theirs. She had a parasite and severe ear infection. She lay on a new bed I bought for her, only getting up when we petted her, then she would eat a few bites of food. We treated the illness for over a month and loved on her. She finally gained enough weight to be spayed. She still needed ear medication and antibiotics, though. More love, food, and healing.
Then she started making a real progress. She became a pig, eating constantly. We began letting her out into the house, supervising around the other cats and our dog. She discovered the dog's food and still eats it, as well as her cat food. She climbs on absolutely everything and plays like she's a kitten now.
We were going to find a home for her, but as long as she doesn't hurt the cats we already have, we've decided to let her stay.
We've called her stray kitty, scrappy, and itty-bitty kitty, none of which really seems like a permanent name.
Want to help us find the perfect name? Leave a suggestion in the comments. Someone will win a code for the new Audible version of Leaving Oxford! (Void where prohibited. Winner announced 11-20-17.)
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Janet W. Ferguson