I’ve been struggling. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it can tend to move me toward the philosophical. I’ve been struggling to find the time to write and the limited time I have garnered has been unproductive. Perhaps it is time for me to think about why I write. Contemplating that may spur me to greater, more consistent, and perhaps goal achieveing efforts.
To the philosophizing: Stories can be lies. I don’t want to be that sort of story-teller. A story may contain a lesson. It would be nice if I had wisdom to impart. Stories can entertain, they can motivate, they can inspire. Stories are simple enough that they can be truer, or at very least, clearer than regular life.
Almost anything is clearer than regular life. Indeed clarity is, for me, a rare thing. It is valued in diamonds and minds and for good reason, clarity is precious. I certainly think I could do with more clarity in my writing.
I begin this project, this writing, in hopes of speaking truth, Lord give me truth. I wish to impart more than entertain, but a good tale can draw an enthusiastic audience, God give me listening ears. I would hear your voice and spread it to those who need it as I do, Lord breath on me breath of life.
I have been encouraged to focus on this writing and not be distracted. I always hear echoes and I wonder who is speaking behind the speaker behind the next. I should not be distracted.
Give glory to God. May I not be distracted from what is my clear duty.
God make clear to me what will give you glory.
At least that’s how I feel at the moment. Life is complex and simple. There is not enough of it, and more to do than time allows. I’m failing to use it as well as I might. That’s why I like fiction, it is clear, fantasy is clean, stories can be an escape or salvation.
Escape or salvation. I imagine those are two among the many things stories can be.