I have given up on my one idea for a novel. Yes, it was the first I had plans for from beginning, middle and end...but I could not find research to use that was suitable. So scratch that.
I have dreamed of being an author since I was six. I may still have "stories" I wrote then. I have one notebook half full of hand-written pencil words, telling a story I thought of at the age of 13-16. I love the feel of pen, pencil, crayon, anything (!), against the soft blue horizontal lines of filler paper. Spiral notebooks, for stories, drive me crazy. I can't add pages!
I haven't written anything in ages that is a story.
My blog has become a story, in one sense. I tell my life as it was, is and may be. I pour my heart out into it, which, as any author knows, is the only way to write.
I love my blog, whether it helps others or not, it helps me. I write about things I have fought past with the grace of God--hard battles that at the time I thought I would never make it through. I have shared samples of heartbreak in how it affected me. My blog is a story, a journal, a way to show myself how God is there for me, and thus He is there for us all who accept Him.
I get to write a bad day out, work on showing myself the glory of God, and feel 100% ready to battle on by the end---which is purely God's great strength and love, it has nothing to do with me.
Writing is a passion--except maybe writing college papers--and I hope I get to use it in a big way. If not, I love writing my blog, seeing what countries may be reading my blog, and thanking God for being with me and showing me good things to write about.
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