Finally, after all the years of thinking about it, putting it off, talking myself out of it—-finally, I’m writing. Seriously writing. Not just a blog post here and there
Not that anyone is watching over my shoulder while I write 🙂 I just thought this was funny.
There is a challenge I’ve been considering for some time. It’s called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and it started Nov. 1 and ends on Nov. 30. The goal is to write 50,000 words by Nov. 30. Today I hit 20,000, which puts me about a week ahead of the required 1667 words per day to meet the mark.
The organization has been around for some time, I guess. Lots of people participate. Who knew how many hundreds of wannabe writers are out there! You can get involved in the community, have buddies and attend write-ins, etc. But I think I’m a loner when it comes to this. I know I’ll have to let others, like editors, have what I’ve written, but the idea of that makes my stomach hurt. Which is one of the things that’s kept me from trying.
I don’t deal well with rejection.
So there it is, out in cyberspace. The word is that we need to make a grand announcement in order to keep our commitment up and running. I hope so.
You know, I just started blogging on this site through the Book of John. Already, I’m seeing the beginning of the constant rejection Jesus experienced in His 33 years on this earth. “He came unto His own, and His own received Him not,” for instance.
And I’ve been thinking, if I had lived then, a Jewish girl in Israel, what would I have thought? My nature being what it is, I’d have been curious but skeptical. I’d like to think I would have known right away that He was God’s Son, but maybe not.
Jesus didn’t let rejection stop Him, though; while just the fear of rejection stopped me for so long. Of course, the salvation of mankind is not dependent upon what I write 🙂 It’s a good thing!
The gospel of John is an amazing, wonderful book. I invite you to join me! I’m still in Chapter One, loving the verse-by-verse study of the book that presents Jesus as the Son of God. It’s a story that never grows old.