A huge wave crashes into a line of coastal houses, a stormy sky behind them.

Writing with Childlike Faith

Guest Post By Dana Bell

In 2018 I was done with writing. Being a published writer was not at all what I thought it would be, and the stress of having to complete multiple projects burned me out. The last thing I wanted to do was write.

Know why I didn’t quit? A couple reasons. My ex had tried to take everything I cared about away from me. I wasn’t about to allow him to win. The other – I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

Rediscovering the joy of writing

So, I began a journey to re-discover the joy and fun of writing. God played a huge part in that. I put aside all professional gigs and went back to fan-fiction. This genre taught me so much about being a writer and allowed me to practice the tricks of the trade. My goal: write between 1000 to 1500 words a day. That took me about an hour. By the end of summer, I’d gotten up to 3000 a day. Not a goal I had set for myself.

But I did not make the journey alone. Even when writing fan-fiction, I would sit down at my computer and pray one of two simple prayers:

“Thank you, Dad, for letting me write” or “Hey, Dad, you want to come and play?”

“Hey, Dad, you want to come and play?”

Dana Bell

From faith to a book deal

By the end of the year I sold my first romance novella. NO ONE sells their first romance.

I continued the practice of praying before I wrote, whether I was playing in someone else’s universe or crafting my own original work.

Yet there is one more element involved. It isn’t just prayer. It is faith. Faith so unshakeable I believe that when I sit down to write God will give me the words. My fingers get going on the keys and don’t stop until I’m finished for the day, however many words I write.

Speaking of faith, I actually asked God the other day why He puts up with me. I’m not exactly the most faithful of children. I was curious. Know what the answer was? In that amused and tickled father way He answered, “Because you have the faith of a child.”

That startled me. Of all the answers He could have given, He gave me one I didn’t expect.

My ability to speak with God like this is new. I talked to Him earlier about this article and He said, “I’ll give you words.” So, I quit worrying about it and trusted He would do as He promised. Did I pray first? Of course, I did.

Prayer doesn’t have to be complicated

One thing few people teach about prayer is that it doesn’t have to be complicated. One word can be a prayer. I know. I’ve done this. As I recall, the prayer was, “Father!” I didn’t need to say more.

I have another way to pray, which I use when I have no idea what to say. Paul taught about it in the Bible, and yes, I can Speak in Tongues anytime I want. I don’t know the exact language, but I know the country and region it comes from. Since I know many Christians teach this gift is gone, I won’t go into detail. Though I could teach endlessly about the Gifts of the Spirit, all of which I’ve used at different times in my life.

Rare though it is, I walk in both the natural and supernatural world. I dream dreams and have visions. That’s Acts 2:17.

What does this have to do with writing, faith and prayer? Everything.

God had proven himself faithful all throughout my life. I was saved as a child. I even spoke in tongues, but I didn’t know what it was and quit doing it. Scared me.

He has taken care of me even when I did something stupid or didn’t deserve it. I fought off a purse snatcher when I lived in Boston. Serial rapists hunted around me when I lived in a Denver apartment complex. He sent an angel to watch over my home. I came home one night, and my neighbor told me the guys had been caught. They had lived on the second floor of my building. Recently, I almost lost my house because I had no job and no unemployment income. I went to God with my simple faith and said, “You’ve always taken care of me.” God provided, although not in the way I expected.

I still have my home. I even have a job now.

Have faith God will give you words

These are all acts of faith and the reason I place high value on them is because unless the writer believes God will give them words, their prayer won’t make any difference.

I have faith. I pray. I sit down. I write.

It is a sweet time with God. An Act of Worship.

Yes, writing is worship.

I know, normally we think of worship as church, music and some dancing. Speaking of dancing, Yeshua is a delightful dance partner. Won’t go into the story on how I know that.

Yet writing, when God is invited to be part of it, is worship. It is a father hanging out with his child, delighting in the talent he inspired and the willingness of his child to share it with Him.

I’ll add here that God has taught me a few tricks with writing. I’m a pantzer and had a horrible time finishing my earlier books. Not to mention, I work on multiple projects at once. I’ve learned to leave myself notes about unanswered questions, plot points I need to complete, or what the next scene is. For my last three books, this was a huge help.

Before I asked God to be part of my writing life, I struggled to get the words out. I thought I had to be inspired by the natural world, as many writers are led to believe. Now, I sit down, ask God to join me, and the words flow.

This is precious time with my heavenly father. Part of a rich relationship I share with Him. The Bible says to ask God for what we need. I’m bold enough to walk into His throne room and ask if can fall asleep in His lap when I have problems sleeping.

God has never said no.

My solid foundation

I will share a dream I had during a deeply troubled time.

I was in a house. Built on a rock. Right next to the ocean. It had glass windows along the side of the house and in the ceiling. Huge waves smashed into the house, over and over and over. No window broke. The house did not flood. Someone stood in the house with me. Years later I realized it was Yeshua. He just appeared in a different way than I had ever seen him before.

The dream interpretation was easy. I had my solid foundation. The waves were all the troubles I was going through. My house stood because of my childlike faith.

I recall this dream when I go through times of trouble.

Every writer needs faith. Open every writing session with prayer. Invite God to come and join you in your time of Worship.

About Dana Bell

Owned by a demanding Ocicat named Taj, Dana Bell lives in Colorado and enjoys writing tales about cats, places she’s lived and others she’s visited. She is the author of multiple titles including Bast’s Chosen Ones and Other Cat Adventures and Winter Awakening.

She also writes paranormal romances such as Bound by Blood: Idaho Vampires under the pen name Belle Blukat. As an editor she enjoys putting together anthologies with various themes and helping authors master their writing skills.


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Light Will Come: How Monster Ivy Publishing Saved Me

Guest Post By Amy Michelle Carpenter

*Trigger warnings: this story talks about suicidal ideations*

I’ve told the story of how I bought Monster Ivy Publishing many times. What I haven’t told is this part of the story. The gritty part. The part of the story where I encompass the darkness and light defined by the company’s brand–this part I’ve left out for various reasons, the same reasons that no one speaks out about these sorts of things.

Fear of rejection. Of never being able to take the words back. Of being deemed incompetent. Of people knowing the rawest, darkest parts of you. But this has been readily on my mind the past few days and when Caylah, our social media person, reached out to me asking for a story about my journey with the company, I took it as a sign from God that it’s time.

I have struggled with thoughts of suicide

For years, I have been struggling with suicidal ideations because of abuse experiences and anxiety.

However, I have never been as serious about acting on my feelings as I was two days before I found out about Monster Ivy’s planned closure back in 2021.

Despite having on-and-off feelings where I’d wished for death throughout the years, this moment felt very out of the blue. In hindsight, I truly believe it was an attempt from the devil who knew what was coming in a few days–who knew God would be calling me to His work in a way He hadn’t yet. In the depths of a black night, I was engulfed by an attack of darkness.

It completely overcame me with thoughts of worthlessness. I felt like everyone would be better off without me. My children would be better raised by someone without my lack of parenting skills. My husband and parents could give them a better chance at life.

And a continued list of things I can no longer remember. And that I no longer believe about myself.

This is the first time I did the research on how to do it. I slipped away and hyped myself up so that I could finally end things. And then, I didn’t do it. 

I walked away and crawled back into bed and, in the morning, the sun rose and light came. And I moved on from that odd and slightly random mental attack.

Monster Ivy Publishing gave me hope

About two days later, Mary Gray made the post that Monster Ivy was shutting down.

This is the part of the story I’ve told many times. The part where I was getting my Masters in publishing. The part where I had worked in the publishing industry in a variety of ways and had previously daydreamed about owning a company. The part where Monster Ivy was my favorite publishing house, and I just couldn’t let it go. The part where I studied and prayed and asked God, and even though the task seemed far too daunting, I knew that the company needed saving and that–even if others might be better equipped to do it–I might have been the only one at the moment willing to do so.

And so I bought the company.

I can say with full confidence that Monster Ivy has saved me. God knew that I needed that sense of purpose in my life. He knew that when the dark moments crept in and I told myself anyone else would do all my other jobs better than me that this one thing I could be confident in needing to be here for because no one else would do it.

The chains of darkness that were wrapped so tightly around me have slowly begun unwinding, as I have found a sense of cathartic relief and a better understanding of my own experiences through our stories, of the realities I’ve faced, and as I reached out for counseling and sought personal growth. Even recently, my husband supported my desire to leave our old home and go to Texas, and the fresh start has brought even more healing.

The light has come and continues to grow in my life. I only needed to wait two days for Him to start His work.

Darkness comes before the light

This story reminds me of another one. And I ask for forgiveness in sharing because I generally make a rule to only share Bible stories with our fans, but this felt so relevant to my own, I have reflected on it many, many times.

There was a young fourteen-year-old who was also lost and seeking answers. He said,

“I kneeled down and began to offer up the desires of my heart to God. I had scarcely done so, when immediately I was seized upon by some power which entirely overcame me, and had such an astonishing influence over me as to bind my tongue so that I could not speak. Thick darkness gathered around me, and it seemed to me for a time as if I were doomed to sudden destruction. 

But, exerting all my powers to call upon God to deliver me out of the power of this enemy which had seized upon me, and at the very moment when I was ready to sink into despair and abandon myself to destruction—not to an imaginary ruin, but to the power of some actual being from the unseen world, who had such marvelous power as I had never before felt in any being—just at this moment of great alarm, I saw a pillar of light exactly over my head, above the brightness of the sun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me.”

Jesus Sees Our Despair

In my church, we often skip over that gritty part of the story to tell only the beautiful part where this poor farm kid saw Jesus. But the truth is we all experience that pain. We all experience that overwhelming darkness. We all despair and suffer, often silently. And we all need to know that the light will come again.

Jesus is there. He loves you. He will rid the Earth of all the pain and damage and ache. And he can rid you of your aches and pains too.

The light may descend gradually, but it will come.

So, if you feel like all is lost (as I did), your hope may only be two days away. In an eventual morning, light will rise.

Allow yourself two days.

About Amy Michelle Carpenter

Amy Michelle Carpenter is the owner of Monster Ivy Publishing, a company of award-winning, bestselling book titles. Monster Ivy emphasizes “edgy, clean” fiction with a PG13 or less rating. The Kiss List was filmed as a movie by Marvista starring Megan Suri (Never Have I Ever) and Parminder Nagra (ER).

In her personal life, Michelle received her Masters from Western Colorado University where she studied directly under NYT bestselling author Kevin J. Anderson, and she is the author of several YA science fiction books


Hi, I’m Caylah Coffeen, a freelance editor and marketer of sci-fi and fantasy books. I love reading and writing and am a follower of Jesus Christ.

I’ve worked for Monster Ivy Publishing and Eschler Editing, and am currently a weekly editor with Havok Publishing. Reach out to chat about books and publishing!

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