Because everyone loves a good story
Do you ever find that summer is supposed to be a relaxing time of year, but it turns out to be the most hectic, frenetic season of all?
All the “relaxing” we intend to do throughout the year gets piled into a few short months. Instead of staying home and soaking up some sun in peace and quiet, we drag our families all over the country in pursuit of fun. Vacation becomes a string of events rather than a destination. For these reasons and more, a busy summer is supremely fun but also undeniably tiring.
If this sounds familiar to you, then you’re not alone. I’m in the same boat this year. Sometimes I don’t write enough because I’m too wrapped up in my own brain. Other times I’m just too jam-packed busy. July has been one of those times, with activities packed back-to-back, in state and out, alone and with family, visitors and visitees. I’ve been making some lovely memories, but I also feel like I haven’t really taken a deep breath since June. And it’s not over yet.
But the things I’ve been doing, the places I’ve been going, and the people I’ve been seeing are priceless. I wouldn’t want to cut anything out of the plans. However, methinks it would have been better to spread the plans over a three-month period rather than cramming it all into a short burst of insanity.
All that to say I’ve learned a lesson from this busy summer’s turbo-charged pace, and I hope to make some better choices when I consult my calendar in the future. Until then, I’ll try to enjoy each moment as it comes—my toddler’s crazy hair and popsicle face, my boy’s boundless energy and dirty feet, my hubby’s grilling and the smell of mown grass, and the sweet, sweet sunshine. I hope you’ll be able to slow down and enjoy the small things too, whether you’re at home or on the road.
And in the spirit of travel and writing, I’ll keep this short and instead refer you to a post I published a couple of years ago. I read it again recently and was inspired to view my current adventures as raw materials for future stories. Until next time, friends, carpe diem!
…Especially if it’s in your own back yard.
These days, my lifelong passion and my side hustle have been duking it out in the tiny ring of my spare time, and it feels like a total KO for passion.
My tale of woe is a common one:
Sound familiar? I’m sure that, swapping out a few details here and there, it might just be the story of your life as well. It’s basically the story of responsible adulthood: duty trumps desire.
The first summer I was married, I would get up with my husband at 4:15 a.m. He would leave for work, and I would spend the day doing about 7 million things and being the most productive I’ve ever been in my life. It’s amazing how much you can get done when you wake up 4 hours earlier than usual. Sadly, that habit fell by the wayside when I started teaching again in the fall, and I once again joined the ranks of mere mortals who do things at normal times. I still got plenty done, but it was nothing to brag about.
Now that I have little kids, it feels like I’m barely scraping by with the things I need to do. Keeping a family running is a full-time job, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. When the economy took a nosedive and my eyes started bulging at the total on my grocery receipts, I felt like I should find a way to help out. Did I have to? No, we would have been just fine on my hubby’s salary. But if there was a way I could add a little padding to the budget, I wanted to do it.
Enter, my illustrious career in freelance editing.
Before I began editing, I had about an hour between putting the kids to bed and starting to watch an episode of a show with my husband, during which I would inevitably fall asleep. Sometime I used the hour to catch up on things I didn’t manage to do when the kids were awake, but I also tried to work on writing picture books as much as possible.
But now any semi-quiet moment finds me plugging away at my side hustle, editing. I’m thankful for the source of in-home income, and I actually enjoy the work (#nerdstatus), but I also feel guilty. I feel like I should be able to do it all. If only I got up earlier, worked faster, and disciplined myself more, then maybe I’d be able to write some groundbreaking children’s books while spinning the rest of my plates.
As I’m sure you’ve experienced in your own life, it just isn’t possible to do everything well. Sure, it’s possible to do everything in a mediocre way for a little while, but the cost is always greater than the profit. My husband knows this about me and is the first one to caution me against taking on one more thing (even if it’s a good thing) when I’m already at maximum capacity. Emily-on-overload isn’t fun for anyone.
Ultimately, I need to realize that enough is enough. When I’ve done my best during the day, it is enough. The rest of my tasks can wait. That’s a hard pill to swallow for my type A++ personality, but it’s the only way to survive this season of life. If there are tasks left over after I’ve put in a good day’s work, they can be saved for another day. This includes housework, editing, and even writing. Resting is an equally-important task. (Or so they tell me.)
All right, so there are only so many working hours in a day, I can’t do everything, and I’m supposed to prioritize rest. So will I let my love of writing tap out, or will I fight until my sanity slumps, bloody, against the ropes? Neither, I hope. What I need to do is re-prioritize. That may mean writing in small scraps of time instead of scrolling on my phone. Sometimes it may mean writing instead of doing the dishes. It may even mean asking for a bit less editing work to make more time for writing. But one thing is certain: it means lowering my expectations for this season.
Raising little ones is hard work. They’re currently at an all-day, hands-on stage. I’m enjoying (nearly) every moment of it, but mental and emotional exhaustion is just the reality right now. Thankfully, I know it won’t always be this way. In a few years when my kids are happily playing together in the back yard without ending up in 101 perilous situations, I may wipe a tear from my eye, remembering days like yesterday when I played with them all morning long and had a lovely time. But then I’ll get comfy on the back patio swing, pull out my laptop, and start writing.
Let’s get personal. Do you have too many plates spinning? Are you frazzled and spastic? Are you frustrated that you can’t do it all? It may be time to say, “Enough is enough,” cut yourself some slack, and re-prioritize. And don’t forget to rest.
Or maybe you’ve given up completely on something you really feel passionate about, figuring that you’ll never have enough time. Maybe you don’t push yourself toward it because you figure, what’s the point? It may be time for you to set a manageable goal and start plugging away at it.
Whichever end of the Type A/Type B spectrum you find yourself on, it’s not too late to creep a little closer to center. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take this quiet moment to work on some lovely picture book manuscripts I’ve been neglecting.
…Right after I edit this one last document.
“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”
“Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
These inscriptions are found on two tombs in Godric’s Hollow: the tomb of Harry Potter’s parents, and that of Albus Dumbledore’s family. You probably know, however, that the inscriptions are taken from a far less obscure source: the Bible.
J.K. Rowling specifically chose these verses to highlight critical themes in the story. But the biggest “borrow” of all is the final choice of Harry himself. Did Rowling mean to make such obvious allusions to Christianity, or was it coincidental? Read on to find out.
Many (really, most) of the characters in The Deathly Hallows show courage and heroism to some degree. Neville Longbottom, Professor McGonigal, and even Molly Weasley are powerhouses in the final battle. But in this post I plan to focus on Harry’s role as the main hero. I mean, it’s his series after all.
Everyone loves a good hero, especially when he’s an underdog. Harry is a nobody who turns out to be a very great somebody. Instead of choosing the cool kids in school, he prefers the weirdos and the snubbed. He has greatness thrust upon him, and while he staggers at first, he learns to bear up under the load and to acquit himself admirably. Although he’s far from perfect, he’s a champion of good at Hogwarts. But why do his choices resonate so deeply within us? Because his heroic qualities reflect that of a Greater Hero: Jesus.
I read that Rowling enjoyed the Chronicles of Narnia as a child but felt disappointed and even betrayed as an adult to know that the stories had religious parallels. But later she purposely included the Christian themes of death and redemption in the Harry Potter series. It was sacrificial love that saved Harry as a baby and gave him impunity later in life. That may seem corny, or it may seem like a plot gimmick. Regardless, it’s a corny plot gimmick with pre-creation significance: sacrificial love has always been the ultimate means of salvation.
It’s the same way that Voldemort is defeated and everyone is saved in the end: Harry willingly gives up his chance to live, turning himself over to Voldemort for the good of his friends. He chooses the death of one in exchange for the lives of many. His death defeated evil incarnate and gave freedom to those who were enslaved by fear of death. That reminds me of Someone Else…
Rowling said that she didn’t want to publicize her churchy side until the series was over for fear that people would anticipate the inevitable conclusion of the series. But while she was intentional about the similarities between Christ’s death and Harry’s, they’re just symbols and allusions. This is distinct from the “supposal” of Narnia.
Lewis said that the parallels between Aslan and Jesus in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe aren’t allegory but supposal. In a letter, Lewis wrote, “[Aslan] is an invention giving an imaginary answer to the question, ‘What might Christ become like if there really were a world like Narnia, and He chose to be incarnate and die and rise again in that world as He actually has done in ours?’ This is not allegory at all.” Aslan is a picture of Jesus, but Harry is just a regular hero whose choices reflect those of Jesus like the moon reflects the sun.
And that’s the big point: every hero embodies and reflects the True Hero. Our good qualities stem from their Source, our good Creator. Jesus is the archetype; myth, story, and reality are echoes and reflections of him. Our love for Aslan, admiration of Harry, and awe at real-life heroes are signposts pointing toward Christ.
At the risk of having to rename this article “Aslan, Personally,” I’d like to clarify the point with one more C.S. Lewis quote. Once a boy’s mother wrote to Lewis about her son’s concern that he loved Aslan more than he loved Jesus. “[Lawrence] can’t really love Aslan more than Jesus, even if he feels that’s what he is doing,” Lewis wrote back, “For the things he loves Aslan for doing or saying are simply the things Jesus really did and said. So that when Laurence thinks he is loving Aslan, he is really loving Jesus: and perhaps loving Him more than he ever did before.” The same is true for Harry Potter’s sacrifice, a firefighter’s rescue, and even the selflessness of a mother for her child. When we love what’s beautiful in another person, we’re loving the One who put it there.
We know that Rowling felt betrayed when she understood the religious significance of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, so why did she include Christian themes in her own books? Because, whether she knows it or not, they’re the most poignant, primal, and passionate themes in human history. Our hearts were created to resonate with sacrifice, even if it takes place in a fictional forest with witches, wizards, and Hagrid looking on. The biblical ties don’t lessen the significance of the story—they intensify it.
One of the epigraphs for The Deathly Hallows ends this way: “This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal” (William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude). We desperately want this to be true, don’t we? Anyone who has lost a loved one longs for them to be ever present, for the relationship to be immortal. While there’s certainly a sense in which it is true, our hearts long for it to be completely true.
The final battle for Hogwarts take a heavy toll. Lives are lost, and families are fractured. Even though it’s fiction, our hearts are still heavy for the characters we’ve come to love over the past seven books. Our hearts are heavier still because we know what it’s like to have loved and lost.
But the beautiful thing is that true hope doesn’t lie in wishful feelings—it lies in Christ. For those who love Jesus and have been changed by him, death is just a crossing from the shadowlands into the true Kingdom of Light. Because Jesus sacrificed himself—the One for the many—and conquered death itself, we can live together with him, not just for a while but forever.
Now that’s the work of a Hero.
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled program to bring you this tidbit about my life as a writer. Yes, I write this blog, but I’ve also joined the hordes of humans who flood through the virtual gates of literary agents, picture book manuscripts waving wildly in the air. Heaven help me.
I’ve always loved picture books. I mean, always. I learned to read pretty early, and before that I memorized the books that my parents read to me. They would try to test me by switching a word here or there, and I’d be quick to correct them. (Ironically, my son does the same thing to me now when I try to summarize or skip sections of his books.) The stories of Frog and Toad, Amelia Bedelia, The Berenstain Bears, the Sweet Pickles series, and so many more are indelibly etched in my memory even today.
Picture books shape our early memories in a way that little else does. When I open my old books to read them to my kids now – even if I haven’t seen the book in over 35 years – the pictures and even the words come right back to me. You know what I’m talking about. It’s like meeting up with an old friend you haven’t seen in decades, but instead of putting on 30 pounds and growing a scraggly beard, they’ve remained completely as you remember them. I’d love to be part of forging childhood memories like these.
I’ve been reading forever and writing nearly forever, but attempting to break into the world of publication is new for me. As I tend to do, I dove head-first into research, work, and involvement. There is still so much for me to learn, but I thought I’d make a little list of tips (in no particular order) that I’ve gleaned so far. If you’re not interested in publication, these can still be enlightening as you see what’s on the back end of picture books these days.
All that information looks dauting when you read it consecutively, and I won’t lie—it’s daunting for me to think about too. I had pictured writing books as a pretty simple process: write something good, have an agent get it published for me, and let the books sell themselves while I work on my next idea. But success in this industry is all-consuming. Sheesh, even failure is all-consuming! So I’m doing what I can (not much) in the time I have (virtually none) and hoping it will add up to something worthwhile one of these days.
For now, I’ve joined some writing groups, gathered some critique partners, started to write a bit more often, joined Twitter, entered contests, and attended presentations and conferences. I plan to keep writing as many manuscripts as possible; continue pursuing training, critique, and contests; and waiting for the right agent to fall from the sky. If you have any other tips, feel free to leave them below or reach out to me. I’m all ears! Otherwise, next time you see a picture book, say a prayer for me as I continue on this crazy journey. Thank you, friends!
On this Good Friday, I’ve chosen to re-post a poem I wrote for Past Watchful Dragons in 2018. Since I found it unfamiliar after five years, I thought it may be a bit fuzzy in your memory as well. Either way, meditating on Christ’s suffering is always helpful.
If you’re looking for even more Good Friday (and Easter) beauty, please check out my earlier post about Andrew Peterson’s “Resurrection Letters” albums. They’re deep, lovely, and so helpful in considering our humble, mighty Savior.
Have a blessed Easter, friends!
the cup—
as deep as time, yet pre-creation filled
with anger, blood-thick, brimming,
breaking holy heart with plans for man—
cup-fillers—and for One, the Son,
who could not add a drop but did not stop
His dust-designing, Spirit-breathing,
choice-allowing plan to rescue
man.
the Man of Sorrows, Rescuer, foreplanned
Cup-Drinker, staggered by the thought of
fellowship lost with Father—brief eternity—
yearns for mercy, any other way to save
merciless murderers, friendless fiends who
scream for blood on wooden beams.
“Father, let this wrath-cup pass,
yet not My will…” the answer, only
silence.
willing, ready, joy-pursuing,
mercy-laden Lamb, Messiah, stands
and grasps with piercéd hands
the cup of wrath
alone.
then drinking down unmellowed fury,
staggering, certain, undeserving Sacrifice
sufficing holy plan’s demand by
quaffing final dregs and drops, ‘til
righteous wrath is satisfied with
“it is finished!”
my bitter drink exchanged for pain and blood.
His bloody death exchanged for mercy, free and full.
the Father’s mercy calls me, bids me daily look
inside the wrath-cup Christ took, drank, and drained—
forever
empty.
Fun fact: there are well over 700 characters in the Harry Potter series. Some sources tally it at 772 if you count those mentioned only once or twice. I’d love to see Rowling’s database for keeping all those characters straight.
In addition to the storyline, the characters are a big part of what makes the series enjoyable and relatable. Within that network of personalities there’s an abundance of friends, enemies, drama, and romance. I’ve split this post in half, so today we’ll talk about friends and enemies, and we’ll save drama and romance for next time. Want to know if our favorite characters match up? Read on!
Rowling did a great job of keeping her characters distinct, consistent, and (apart from the magic) believable. One of the best parts of the series is seeing characters who grow and develop as the series progresses. My favorite example is Neville Longbottom. He starts as an insecure, bumbling first year, yet even then we see a hint of the bravery to come when he confronts Harry, Ron, and Hermione about a decision he considers reckless. As Neville grows, he remains abysmal at potions but finds that he’s good at herbology. He practices his spells harder than anyone else. By the end of the books we’re presented with a Neville who shows leadership, skill, loyalty, and courage.
I think his development is my favorite because it was gradual and well-foreshadowed. I’d contrast this with Ginny’s personality change in book five. I enjoyed her more in the later books, but it was hard to think of her as the same person. Maybe some character manipulation was required to make her the romantic interest she’d become.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione grow as well, but I wouldn’t necessarily say they change. They’re the same at the end as they are at the beginning, but more so. Hermione is smarter and more relatable but still a bit of a know-it-all. Ron is occasionally more confident but still pretty insecure. Harry is more determined and selfless, but he’s shown those qualities all along. While the Big Three don’t have dramatic character shifts like Neville or Ginny, I think their consistency is even more believable.
Harry’s best friends are Ron and Hermione, of course, but his friend set expands with the inception of Dumbledore’s Army. It’s a nice change when the books begin including Luna, Neville, and the rest of the DA in the action, partly because we get to see Harry work in a team and grapple with more group-related issues. From a literary standpoint, this keeps the books from feeling repetitive or stagnant. Well done, Rowling.
While Harry has loads of teachers, he has only a few mentors. Remus Lupin is a patient teacher and a wise counselor. His level-headed, unassuming nature is a good balance for Harry’s fear and confusion. Sirius Black is a father (and brother) figure to Harry—something that Harry desperately wants. While he may not have been the ideal role model for Harry, Sirius still acts as an anchor and a reference point even after he’s gone. Harry’s greatest mentor is Dumbledore, of course, but I’m saving my thoughts about him for the next section.
Of all the hundreds of characters to choose from, I have three very clear favorites. First is Harry’s most important influence, Albus Dumbledore. I absolutely love him. His polite deference even to enemies, his understated sarcasm and wit, his gentle tone and selflessness, his weakness for candies—I could go on. He is so well-written. (And yes, of course I consider the movies’ replacement Dumbledore to be a travesty.) Suffice it to say, Albus was one of the most enjoyable characters to read and one of the hardest to let go of. Even though the last book casts aspersions on his motives and choices, I think the ending justifies him. It shows him to be imperfect but humble enough to admit it and apologize to Harry. We all need mentors like Dumbledore.
But at the very top of my favorites is the dynamic duo of Fred and George Weasley, the twins who are always up to no good. No one beats their humor, mischief, comedic timing, fierce loyalty, and overall energy. Their replies are hilarious, and their schemes are so gutsy. They know they’re poor, but it doesn’t eat at them like it does Ron. They make friends, play Quidditch, ask out girls, wreak havoc, and start up a joke shop with complete aplomb. The movies could never do them justice without quadrupling their screen time. I wish I could read seven books about just the twins and their capers. Frankly, I’m not sure I’ve forgiven Rowling for how she treated them in the end.
Harry has plenty of friends, but he’s got just as many enemies. Dudley and the rest of the Dursleys are a constant thorn in Harry’s side at the beginning of every book. Their neglect and mistreatment of him shape him into the tolerant, resilient boy he becomes, but there’s no doubt the Dursleys belong in the enemy category.
The animosity between Harry and Draco Malfoy is a big deal at the beginning of the series, too. Draco is more sophisticated than Dudley (really, a rock would be more sophisticated than Dudley), but he’s equally spiteful. Draco is always looking for ways to make Harry look bad or to humiliate Ron and Hermione. This tension intensifies throughout the series, but as Harry grows, so do his enemies.
One of Harry’s bigger problems comes from Severus Snape. The potions master loathes Harry from the beginning, and his constant needling must have felt like having a wicked, powerful Uncle Vernon at school. I know the end is supposed to justify him and transform our perspective on his motivations, but quite frankly it wasn’t enough for me. Nothing could excuse his behavior toward Harry. Yes, Snape was talented, mistreated, and brave, but he was nevertheless a jerk. You won’t catch me wearing any “Always” merch.
And finally, Harry’s greatest enemy: Voldemort. From the time he was a year old, Harry was marked out by Voldemort as a target and a threat. A couple of the books don’t revolve around Voldemort’s ascension, but most do. As the plot thickens in the last three books, Harry realizes that his fate is inextricably linked with the Dark Lord’s. He goes through the various stages of grief, finally arriving at acceptance. In the end, it’s Harry who has the more powerful weapon: love. A bit cheesy, perhaps, but still good for kids to read.
On the tombstone of Harry’s parents is the Bible verse, “The last enemy to be destroyed is death.” There are enemies to be fought, evil to expose and overcome, and yet the last enemy will always be death. Rowling’s incorporation of this theme is powerful and yet lacking the full depth of the truth. Sadly, you’ll have to wait until the final post for more thoughts on that because I’m signing off for today.
Mischief managed.
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