We Aren’t in Control, He Is, so Just Breathe

It’s been a wild last two weeks.

I’ve had a flood concurrently with a remodel because a fiber installation company thought it would be OK to puncture my main line while my floors are being redone this week.

I’ve had some reconsiderations about certain people I considered friends—and I’m in a time where I’m going to be doing far more writing (not novel-related) to meet a higher threshold.

I pushed one of my novels out to 2026 to give space between releases (and because of personal life disasters such as this), as I have three books coming out in a three-month span. There’s a reason trad authors release one a year.

I am also doing this for a cheeky reason that is known only to me, because you can’t make everyone happy.

And this is the first sentence I’ve started this post without using the letter ‘I.’

This would be a perfect time to go over the storms in life. Sometimes the storm is small; other times, the storm is larger.

I don’t believe in stressing out over things, because stress changes nothing.

But it’s been an interesting week this week.

As the saying goes, “Sh*t happens.”

On the bright side, my baseboards look deliciously aesthetic, and I love the new flooring.

Things happen for a reason, and perhaps that is to teach us things. That might be patience, it might be harder work, it might even be reexamination of every aspect of your life—but the lessons in these situations are the ones that stick.

The LORD is the one to get us through these things. It is up to Him to bring on situations to help us learn to take things in stride, and not to do too much at once.

Earlier this year I had a plan to release a single novel each month, and He taught me that to do the best work on my art means not doing that. If I am to work heartily as unto God, then putting my best foot forward means not rushing out words and making sure the craft is at its peak.

He used a literary agent, who had rejected my novel, to give solid advice on doing our best work. Publishing takes a lot of time and effort. And rushing our work is low-effort and not worth the paper it’s printed on.

I don’t want to write cheap stories, and I now realize the value of spacing things out (because this disaster came out of nowhere and life happens). I want the algorithm to help me, not harm me.

I believe you can write quickly, but will it be the best it can be?

This situation reminded me that things happen unexpectedly, meaning we can’t always account for the actions of others and the way the universe works sometimes.

For now, I’ll focus on getting these three books out in the next three months, then commission artists for The Ocean Sang Her Song When I Found My Eyes and Lost Mythos: The Edge City of Seraphia, because those covers are placeholders.

I want to release these novels next year, as well as D65 (which is a silly concept) and Learn the Lingo.

My Lowella Re: Wind rewrite and expansion for my social commentary story on parasocial obsession will also shadow drop next year.

That’s the name of the game in life. We’ve got to shift things around and go with the events that happen.

But I know at the end of it all, the LORD is profoundly good and has my best interests in mind. Perhaps it was His plan to show me I’m not the one in control here.

And you know what?

That’s a good lesson.

Shalom.