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Secular Writing or Not?

A question I’ve struggled with almost since the moment I knew I wanted to be a writer is, “As a Christian, am I obligated to write only Christian material?”  Other questions stemming from this idea include: What are our limits in the realm of entertainment?  What is right or wrong for a Christian to create in any type of art?  Do I have some sort of responsibility to teach biblical principles in all my writings?  Am I allowed to just write for the sake of fun entertainment?  If we are to do all things to the glory of God, am I allowed to take any credit for my masterpieces?

This is an area that really held me back in my writing for a long time.  For one thing, I never considered myself to be in any standing to “preach” to people; I just want to write because I enjoy putting together words, weaving tales, and creating characters.

Since Drew Hotchner, my protagonist in Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl: the Middle-ish Ages, is modeled greatly after me and I grew up as a Christian, is it wrong that my book does not center around her Christianity?  Honestly, I wanted to create a lighthearted book with identifiable issues for almost any young girl, and when I was Drew’s age, I didn’t really live a good Christian life.  Drew isn’t a bad influence, but she isn’t making her own clothes at home school outings and preaching to her heathen friends.  The book is clean because that was important to me.

I’ll do my best to answer my own sub-questions here in order to see if I can answer the main one, but the truth is, I’m not sure if most my answers are correct.  You may disagree, and as long as you are nice about shaming me, you can even tell me where you think I’m wrong.

What are our (Christians) limits in the realm of entertainment? and What is right or wrong for a Christian to create in any type of art?  These two are closely linked, so I’ll deal with them together.   I certainly believe we must try to set good examples, but we also need to be real people.  That whole idea that all Christians are hypocrites comes from us trying to puff ourselves up to perfection when the truth is that we struggle with right living every day ourselves.  Showing we are trying but admitting we have vulnerabilities too is probably a good message to send, in all reality.  Telling dirty jokes on a stage or stripping are good places to draw a line.  We are not of this world, but we are living in it now, right?  So, keeping it clean and not using it to judge others might be a good rule.

Do I have some sort of responsibility to teach biblical principles in all my writings?  God gives us talents that He wants us to use to “further His kingdom.”  So, I should probably use my writing in some way to get the Good News out there, right?  And I do that sometimes right here on this blog.  Not everything I write has a spiritual message, but some of it does.  When I feel inspired, I write it.  Closely related to that is:

Am I allowed to just write for the sake of fun entertainment?  Again, if God has given me a writing talent, as a Christian I should probably try to see how I can use it to His glory, but I really don’t feel every single word I write has to be a bible lesson. But even secular entertainment often holds some biblical truths.  Most Christians have jobs that keep them in secular settings, because they are regular people who need to make a living and not everyone is called to be a preacher.  No matter what you do, whether it’s cleaning office buildings, putting out fires, cashing people’s checks at a bank, or being a lawyer (this one is more questionable though), you do it to the best of your ability and set an example.  And that leads to the last sub-question:

If we are to do all things to the glory of God, am I allowed to take any credit for my masterpieces?  I think we are not meant to brag about how great we are, but to give the thanks and credit to God for giving us the abilities we have.  I do proclaim self-awesomeness from time to time, and that’s probably wrong.  Of course, when I do I’m usually being silly anyway.  I do not take compliments well (I respond to them so very awkwardly), and I don’t really know how to brag about myself seriously anyway.

Did all, or even any of this, work to help answer my original question, “As a Christian, am I obligated to write only Christian material?”  I think so.  As long as I remain open to writing what I feel inspired to write, I’m sure from time to time those inspirations will be leadings from God to write something to help others.  And honestly, who is to say that Drew can’t be that vessel to teach others something good?  We should use good judgment in our entertainment, but I truly believe God wanted us to have enjoyment in our lives. If not, He never would have given us bacon (if you are Jewish, replace bacon with chocolate- both are big loves of mine).

Here I Go Again

On display at Chumley's in New York.

On display at Chumley’s in New York.

It has now been almost a year since I self published my book Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl: the Middle-ish Ages, sending it into cyber space, with no equipment, to mostly fend for itself.  I discovered later on exactly how cruel that was. The thing is… I went about it all wrong.  I wrote the book over the course of a couple summers off in the first few years I taught.  Then it just hung out on my computer for a few more years.

My first mistake:  Since I was a kid I had known I would write books.  Most of the people around me when I was younger knew that was my dream as well.  Then I grew up, moved a few times, started a new life, and I stopped talking to people about it because it wasn’t a practical way to make a living and I was writing less anyway.  I don’t mind bragging or talking about myself on social media or in my blog, but in the real world, I’m an introvert and I don’t really know how to bring up stuff like this.  Therefore, few people in my world had a clue that I wrote, let alone that it had been a lifelong dream to publish anything.  Since nobody knew, nobody was there to encourage me.  Not even my husband knew what this meant to me.  You’ve got to tell people your dreams.

My second mistake:  I felt like maybe as an adult I should forget holding onto childish dreams.  Many people claim to be “writers,” but that doesn’t mean they’re any good at it, and I was so afraid of finding out I was in that category.  I let go of my dream.  It was easier than putting myself out there and getting hurt.

My third mistake:  Impatience or desperation or cluelessness.  I do not think I made a mistake in self publishing an ebook, but I do feel I should have known more about it and all my options first.  I really wanted to publish my book with a “real” publishing firm and be able to smell its pages and hold it in my hands, but as I began to research the industry I was disheartened at how long it could take to see that happen and how the physical book publishing world seems to be changing so much that the odds of getting a book published that way seem even closer to impossible than they were previously.  Nobody takes unsolicited manuscripts anymore; you must have an agent.  The process of getting an agent is as time consuming and difficult as getting a publisher used to be, and then the agent must work on the publication submissions and rejections, and he or she gets a cut of whatever the writer makes, and the writer still has to do his or her own promoting. This whole process began to feel more and more hopeless, and I began to wonder who could get anything published these days.

That is when I began thinking more seriously of the ebook idea.  At least I could get my book “out there.”  It was doing no good to anyone just sitting on my computer, collecting virtual dust and reminding me of the dream I let die.  With the exponential growth of technological advancements, it seemed like my only reasonable and timely chance.  The thing with changing technology (which, by the way, is a big part of why the print publication industry is changing so rapidly now and becoming more difficult to navigate), is that ebooks are only now really catching on and the know how of it is still new.  And so, I had no know how.  I really didn’t have an inkling of where to begin and I only had my summer months off to figure it out, which is not much time in the grand scheme of things.  I consulted a friend of mine who had self published her own ebook (Sarah Reckenwald and Flames in the Midst) and she was quite helpful and supportive, but she was still just learning too.

I felt the pressure of my quickly fading summer, as if the small spark of hope to revive my dream was again fading as well, and I just went for it.  A week before I had to start back to school for my pre-planning week, I  launched Memoirs onto Amazon’s Kindle, of which there is absolutely nothing wrong.  The part that became my mistake, was that other than creating an author page on Facebook and spreading the word about my book via my own Facebook profile, I did little else.  Remember, I never talked it up to anybody, so for most people I knew, it came out of nowhere.  Also, I missed so many opportunities to hype it up ahead of time and to keep the excitement up because I did not know how to promote myself.  I just wanted it up and hoped people would stumble across it because I knew it was awesome.  But that is NOT how it works.

So now that I have no current day job, being a writer and a self promoter has become my day job, so I am taking a step back and learning more about putting myself out there.  I’ve only just begun; there is much to learn, but I’m excited to do it.  I will care for and nurture my book, and it will have a fresh chance.

I do get a decent following on my Facebook author page, considering I’ve done so little to promote myself.  I just launched into the world of twitter as @DrewHotchner (my protagonist), and am looking into other places to publish Memoirs, including the possibility of doing a print on demand option since I tend to get some people who are still afraid of technology but do want to read the book.  I’ll keep you all posted.

Tears from Heaven

I felt like maybe I cheated poetry week a bit since I skipped Wednesday, so I now post one more poem. This one is short, but it was my first ever poem.  I can actually remember writing it in my mind while sitting in a car traveling through one of Virginia’s beautiful thunderstorms. I was in 9th grade.

I often thought I’d add more to it, but I was afraid I’d mess it up.  Since it’s my first, it’s a bit sentimental for me.

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Tears from Heaven

Sound of thunder filled my ears

The dark sky with lightening spears

Through my fear no scream would slip

I would keep it deep within

Hold my breath to release no tears

I would keep them through the years

Terree L. Klaes

1992

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Steps

Ah, to capture the confusion of the content feeling when you find yourself relationship-less, and someone comes along wanting you to give that up and risk another… and I threw in a little rhyme scheme.

Steps

How is it that I feel this way,

(so unrelentingly insane)?

When I have all that I should want?

Or do I use it just to flaunt?

I have never meant to hurt a soul.

This has never been my role.

But please don’t move my heart too fast.

I have not yet gotten over the last.

Oh, what is it that I do so crave,

That makes me wonder quite this way?

He still lingers in my mind,

But I wish to leave him far behind.

This is too much for me right now,

And thinking about it gets me down.

But what else am I to so?

He took my heart, and here’s the proof:

I still think of him all the time,

Although this I will always deny.

But even if he realized his mistake,

I could not trust him after this heartbreak.

My pride will take a long time to mend,

But I will never again let my heart bend.

I don’t want to drag you along,

And put you in a spot where you don’t belong.

I just don’t know what it is I want.

I know I think about it a lot.

I guess I’ll just take one step at a time.

Small steps are usually the best kind.

–Terree L. Klaes – –

1995

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Happy Hippie Poem

I made some sort of suggestion on my blog the other day that I’d look for something a bit more cheerful since I declared this poetry week and posted a couple dark poems in a row.  I don’t know what I was thinking when I said that.  Apparently I had forgotten that in my poetry writing days, I wasn’t a very cheerful person.  Well, that’s not completely true either.  I just needed poetry writing therapy more when I was sad.

Oh, but I found one.  If I remember correctly, I wrote this one almost mockingly because a few of my family members told me all I ever wrote was depressing.  That means this is pretty cheesy, but I’m posting it because I am a woman of my word.  Please don’t hold the poem against me, and come back again.

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Hippie Poem

World peace starts here

within your heart and mind

Each individual person

can change a life

Put down your verbal weapons

and physical ones too

Give someone a hug

and a great big smile

Plant a tree outside

within the world’s back yard

Show how you care

and the love that you possess

Don’t pick a flower

but let it grow forever

Stretch out your arms

and express your love

-Terree L. Klaes-

1994

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Ok, it isn’t that bad.  I have read worse.  I may have even written worse, and then crumpled it up into a ball and thrown it away or burned it.  But I’m sure some people will like it.  Back to the angsty teen stuff tomorrow.  I guess I just feel there is more substance in those poems of mine.

Prey

I think I’ve decided to make this week “poetry week” on my blog.  I mentioned yesterday that I didn’t write much poetry after my teen years.  According to the date on this one, I was still just barely 19.  Poetry was the best outlet I had for my feelings and I don’t remember the inspiration for this one in particular, but I know I had moved away from all my friends and it took me a while to find my place in my new environment. I felt vulnerable, obviously.  Maybe I’ll look for something more uplifting tomorrow.

Prey

In this bleak world

I am the prey

Just another victim

A casualty without a name

What makes me feel these things?

And what is it I’m feeling?

I always get knocked down

Right after I’m done healing

I could hate this world

And all the people in it

But it all comes down to me

And the way I choose to live it

That may not make it better

In fact, it feels worse

But every human pays a price

Every mortal has a curse

–Terree L. Klaes – –

October 6, 1997

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My Sestina Masterpiece

Once upon a time I took a creative writing class in high school.  Our most difficult assignment (for me anyway) was writing a sestina.  This is a type of poem with a very particular set of rules, including reusing the same six words in a certain order throughout.  I haven’t really done much poetry writing since my angsty teen years, but this one was a true feat to write, and after the darkness comes a glimmer of light, so I decided to share (did you catch my internal rhyme back there?).

fading memory

Faded memory

Much lost time had elapsed since this woman

Could bear the abuse of her forgotten

Past.  Now she’s silent and sadly withered,

As she is paralyzed, feeble, and old.

It is not her fault that she is so sad

And alone.  She just remembers the rain.

Many things had happened in this dark rain

That could not be put aside.  This woman

Had to block out the memories of sadness

And pain, which still linger on forgotten

Bruises and scars.  Searching through her dark old

Eyes, are few memories but of old withered

Roses she had no time for, which withered

And died from lack of soft fallen rain.

Then she viewed the garden with roses old

And dead,  A death this mistreated woman

Could not understand or ever forget

In her future, now present.  And how sad

It is.  Now time slips by in a sad

Way.  When she was a young girl, her withered

Aunt would say, “You’ll, too, be forgotten

And ugly soon.”  And on the window, rain

Would pelt to enforce the words this woman

Said.  The girl trembled from these awful old

Words, then joined by those of the other old

Ladies who would tell her that she was sad

And worthless.  Feeling as if the woman

Had stabbed her and made her become withered

In pain and grief.  All this time the hard rain

Would beat in the poor girl’s mind.  Forgotten

As she has, the abuse, she can’t forget

A sharp pain buried in her loving old

Heart.  She looks back at all the times it rained,

And does not know what she feels, but a sad

Memory she can’t find in her withered

Mind.  She is a loving, simple woman

The rain now can’t touch.  Forgotten and sad

She is not, nor too old and withered.

Forgiveness makes her a happy woman.

–Terree L. Klaes–  1995

All Men were Created Equal… All

I’m reposting last year’s Independence Day edition, partly because I didn’t have time for a new one, and partly because I figured a year later I might get a different group reading it.

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The Declaration of Independence was written specifically to dissolve the relationship “the Colonies” had with Great Britain due to the tyrannical acts of George III, and the result was the birth of this great free nation we now call the United Stated of America.  We all know, or should know that from history class.  However, freedom and independence, for which many sacrificed and died to secure for us, should not be ideas only we can enjoy, but should be the general consideration of human beings to each other, everywhere.

No, the irony that Thomas Jefferson, the writer of this great document which gives us this day to celebrate our freedom, owned slaves is not lost on me.  He was a complex man, and though he owned several slaves, he actually was against slavery and wanted it to be abolished.  I remember learning something once about his attacking Great Britain for…

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My Own God Story

For the longest time, I really only understood the idea of God doing great works for and through biblical figures.  Somehow it escaped me that He still does amazing works for and through people today… but you know, other people.  I’ve heard some seriously awesome (the word gets thrown around like kids throwing fits in Walmart, but in this case, it is more reverent and appropriate) stories from other people.

Then I started thinking, Why exactly do I feel these things cannot happen to me?  All these biblical figures were just people with a little faith.  The personal stories I’ve heard have come from ordinary people who just happened to exercise some faith.  God actually wants to bless us, but we tend to hold Him back by our own lack of faith in receiving what He has to offer.  Seriously, if God wants to give you something, take it.  Duh!  And yet, many of us often miss it.  Yes, us- I include myself.

This time, I believed and received.  It works! Go figure.

I went on a mission trip to Costa Rica last summer.  It was an eye-opening and wonderful experience, and I saw God in it.  However, when I felt called to go on that trip, Robert had just regained employment and we had fundraised so much for our favorite organization Love 146 before that, we really didn’t feel right reaching out for money from others to help pay my way for the trip, and we took care of about 2/3 of it ourselves.  Don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t a pride thing as much as it was that we were grateful for Robert’s job and figured we should give our thanks through this, because we finally could.

This January was the deadline to apply for this summer’s mission trips.  Robert had been so moved through my experience last year that he wanted to go back with me.  This time around, the price went up for individuals and we would have to pay for two instead of one.  And oh, yeah, we were already pretty sure I was going to be leaving the security of my job as a teacher, meaning that by the time the money would all be due (July 1), we would be on the last of that income.  Financially, this would be a stretch.

Then sometimes our plans get changed.  So few people applied for the trip to Costa Rica that it had to be cancelled, but there were openings in one of the trips to Guatemala.  For just a moment I thought it was a way to escape the financial burden and we could bow out gracefully.  But that thought was overridden by the possibility that the plan change was by God’s design and He really just wanted us to go to Guatemala instead, so we agreed to the change.  Good news: this trip was actually a few hundred dollars less per person, so that helped ease my worries, but not much.

I found myself continually stumbling across various pieces of faith literature that just happened to be about having faith to receive, following God’s plan, and believing that He will always provide.  Then one morning while I was getting ready for work, I had an epiphany (that is such a fun word).  I was looking at the “mountain” of not having an extra $3200 in my pocket, instead of telling the mountain to move, which is what we are told to do in Matthew 17:20.  It wasn’t an audible voice, but I felt in that moment that God told me to stop worrying because He was going to move that mountain and that we wouldn’t have to pay a penny.  One other important part of that scripture is that we can’t just think our mountain will move, but we have to tell it to move, so I began to thank God for providing the finances for our trip and I told Robert it would be all taken care of.

We made our list of people to send support request letters, typed them up, and mailed them out.  We were getting a steady flow of donations for a while and it was encouraging.

Then there was a lull.  We had made it just beyond the halfway mark, and then we had nothing else coming in.  Honestly, I began to feel a bit discouraged.  I was grateful for what had been provided, but since it didn’t seem like anything else was coming, I was bummed that we were going to have to put in our own funds after all.  I figured this meant God was going to provide a way for us to come up with that money for ourselves, but I had really hoped to have one of those amazing God stories to tell people about how God had told me the trip would be taken care of and all the money came flowing in.   Now it just seemed that although I was sure we would manage, the story just wouldn’t be as cool, and I wanted a way cool God story… like the ones other people have.

God also wanted me to have a story to tell others, a way to spread the word about how awesome He is and how He still makes amazing things happen today.

Through a friend of Robert’s family, someone I’ve never even met in person and only have the honor of knowing through Facebook, God provided $1800 in a really cool way.  She and her husband had given to their church to help plant a new church, but it just hadn’t worked out and the group had decided to not pursue it any further and each person could request their fair amount to go towards some other charity, and  this couple chose us for their portion.  Not only did we end up with enough money to cover our trip, but God provided beyond what was needed!  And now I have my own really cool God story I can tell people.

Then Robert and I had a conversation about faith just last night.  He was talking about how sometimes we (Christians in general) tend to forget about having faith for the simple little things in life because we focus on those big mountains.  I totally agree with him because I really wanted a way cool God story so that I could tell others about it and they could see His amazingness.   I think in our world we’re so used to needing to have something big to show and impress people that I guess I’m afraid if I tell people about something small like, “Since peanut butter was on sale at Publix I actually stayed within my grocery budget to the penny this month,” they’ll just think, “So what?”  But those little things add up and are just proof that we can trust God for everything from peanut butter to completely paid for mission trips, and so much more (just add your own little to big issues here).

Prom Pictures

Since this was my last year teaching, I did things I wouldn’t normally do in the past…like chaperone the prom.  I really had no interest in reliving it after my own, but it was fun to see so many of my students dressed up, looking so mature (though my husband kept saying, “Aw, they’re just babies.”)  We got our picture taken while there and I just picked them up last week and decided to share on Facebook.  People love pictures and it got a good response, so I decided to share here as well.

Prom chaperones 2012- FPCHS

Prom chaperones 2013- FPCHS

Of course, after this I got nostalgic, so I found my actual prom pictures from high school.  I have little to say about them.  I’ll let the pictures mostly speak for themselves.

1994.  My junior prom, with Andy- WCHS I believe we played at Toys-R-Us before the dance.

1994. My junior prom, with Andy- WCHS
I believe we played at Toys-R-Us before the dance.

And of course, my senior prom…

1995.  Senior prom with Darryl- WCHS I even got my hair done.

1995. Senior prom with Darryl- WCHS
I even got my hair done.