I am writing a book. I am sitting in Starbucks, watching snow flurries fall and eavesdropping on conversations about life and love and God and sipping my rather boring decaf.
So far I've read the introduction to a book related to my topic, re-read the notes from my first interview, highlighting the parts that stand out, and checked on a few blogs that have absolutely nothing to do with my topic. Why is it sometimes so hard to do anything but write an actual sentence?
Well, I will start with this one: I am writing a book. I've gradually been telling friends and family that this is true, that I have an idea and a plan, that I feel like God has made it clear that I am supposed to do this now. Each time I've told someone, I've felt a little bit scared. I hate not meeting my goals. I hate even more when others know I'm not meeting my goals.
But now, I'm telling the world, or at least the very small fragment of the world that might happen to read or stumble upon my blog. I'm really, truly trying to write a book.
I know that I've never written a book before. I know that my knowledge of proposals and agents and publishers is limited at best. I know I don't have the best history with writing goals. As you may have noted, my Thirty Pieces series on this blog, designed to capture thirty parts of my life in words before I turned thirty, is still stuck at #27, even though I'm getting close to 33.
I know that I have a one year-old and a busy life and that we hope to have more children. I know that in the rare quiet moments, I usually just want to crawl into bed or watch an episode of Parenthood, or best of all, do both.
But somehow, in spite of all of that, I have faith to write a book. I don't say this often and I really can't explain it, but I believe God wants me to do this. I have faith that He will make it happen. So I'm just taking it one step, one interview, one decaf, one sentence at a time. I can't wait to tell you more about it soon.