There are far too many vacuous books in the world. I was standing in line, patiently waiting to pay the Gas bill at the post office yesterday and I was entranced by the pap on sale for £2.60. For the price of a sandwich let me bore you with my words. Let me fill your mind with my worthless, shallow, inarticulate dross. I feel slightly worried that in a hundred years the sheer volume of rubbish paper backs available will suggest some pretty negative things about today's society...
Books are the hip thing to write, to introduce yourself as an author carries kudos. I would actually like to write a book one day, more for the challenge than the social points. I've mused about it for some time and began this blog as a place to exercise the little writing I like to do.
The thing that's held me back is content. I really don't want to litter the world with more underdeveloped witterings. I've considered fiction, something autobiographical and subject based themes but never settled on one thing.
I wonder if I'm intimidating myself? Maybe I just need to play to my strengths and pray about what God thinks would be fun to write about. I would love to write about some of the luscious parallel worlds my mind conjures when I'm bored. Maybe I'll write stories about life in 24-7 and God's sense of humour, or maybe I'll write something about how God's story has made me talk to Him more and spot some blind spots in my daily outworking of my faith... the possibilities are endless. xc