Yesterday I mailed it in! Yeah me! It was very nerve wracking; I was sure I'd do something wrong and I found a typo just before I printed everything. But after it was all over, it was a really good feeling. I now have to wait at least three months, and it might only be a rejection letter that I get, but I will always be able to say that I tried. I actually finished a real story and put it out there. Like I said, yeah me!
I have a bit of an idea brewing for the next book in the series and hope to put some thoughts down on paper later today. Of course I still have lots of thoughts about lots of other projects, but they are much bigger and will have to wait until I can get consistent writing time.
I gotta admit that I'm not too inspired about blogging anymore. This is going to sound totally bitter, but the main reason is an increasing lack of comments. Don't know if I've lost all my readers, or if they just don't know what to say, but it really discourages me to put something out there and not get any feedback. I guess that's sort of the problem with blogging. What is the real purpose? Serious writers just do their work, finish their projects and patiently await publication, right? Some even live in utter isolation while completing a work. Does this mean I'm not a serious writer? Do "they" have other means of feedback that I don't know about -- circles of writer friends, societies of authors, etc.?
I've recently become closer to a friend here who also dabbles in writing and we've decided to get together a couple of times a month and discuss future writing hopes and the means for giving them life. This venture is still new, but it encourages me more than anything I can remember in a long time.
So what about the blogging thing? Am I quitting? I doubt it. But I just have to ask these questions. What am I really hoping to find here? Is this the same desire that motivates one to update one's facebook status twelve times a day? Sometimes I think we just all want to know that someone is paying attention to our lives. Sure, I say I believe that God is concerned about every hair on my head, but is He the one I have in mind when I imagine that I'm being watched as I put on my sunglasses and back out of my driveway? And does that make me a totally odd, creepy person?
Lots of questions. Very few answers. Is it all a ploy to get you to respond? I'm really not that complex and devious -- I just wanna know if you're like me. Do you wish for more in your relationships with other people, with God? Why are we so bad at living in community? I don't mean getting together for church or life group a couple of times a week. I mean showing up to meet other people without packing away all the unacceptable carry ons before you walk through the gate. Really being real, saying aloud the things we anonymously type onto our keyboards. Are these needs only to be met in the kingdom that's to come? Will we not walk through the tree's shadow before we climb up?