Wow…I haven’t written in a while. Probably because I’ve been all over the place mentally and when it’s time to write I’m writing in a notebook or on my mac…words that will eventually become my first book. Yup, i’m really writing a book. When God first put it on my heart to write I thought I would write where my heart is in ministry — improving young girls lives and helping them through the awkward and challenging stages of growing up. But I realized that there isn’t much I can provide people with in such a broad way. I’m better one on one, case by case…and therefore, writing a book became overwhelmingly challenging and with time, a distant memory. But months later, God spoke to me again. He told me my hands are anointed to write great words. I prayed about it and moved on with life. Next thing I know, a few days later, actually maybe a day later, I was cleaning the bathroom and suddenly words came to my head. Not quite a blog entry but more pages in a journal…a public journal. A mix of Anne Frank’s Diary and Catcher in the Rye. First person narration of life and thoughts. Memories and insight with a twist of off beat humor. So I sat down at my mac and started writing. An hour later, I had my first chapter of a book without a title. The next day I brought my new notebook with me on the bus to work. I looked around and stories popped into my head. So I wrote. The same thing happened for a few days in a row. Then I had about a week of nothing. I started cleaning and the words came back. I wrote for a few more days.
At this point I have a good amount of things written, parts of chapters, starts of characters…but no real focus. I know God is putting this book together piece by piece…it just seems that the pieces don’t go together yet. It’s an adventure. I’m writing what interests me. I’m writing what’s in my head. I’m writing what my imagination sounds like. I’m not trying to be anyone or aspire to be like any writer. I’m just writing what I hear in my head with the hopes that God will develop it into something of interest to someone besides myself. And if not, then hey – I can at least say that 1-I obeyed God 2-I wrote a book and 3-a few people read what I wrote (I know I have a few dedicated friends who will read it for the mere point of that’s what best friends do.)
And to all bosses and people out there who change everything I write, make me feel as if I’m not talented, and tear down all ideas I have — I know that you’re wrong and will no longer allow you to make me feel the way you do/have. There are many writers and styles because there are many readers and people out there with different personalities. We all have a voice and no one’s should be torn down.