For the Love of Writing

The feeling never changes – anticipation mixed with a little anxiety. It’s the blank screen, the empty page, the blinking cursor, the tapping of my pen on the paper as I ponder what words will be formed. I anticipate the rush of expressing myself, the satisfaction of choosing just the right word. I am anxious because even though I’ve written well in the past, there’s no guarantee that will extend into the future. The words still have to be written. It’s not as if it gets any easier with time. More natural, yes. Easier, no.

More and more, this is what I want to do. With my life, I mean. I want to work for an organization that I’m passionate about being a part of. And I want to write, or edit. I want to work with the words that shape their vision, their projects. I want to be a part of Kingdom building through this medium. I don’t know if that’s what God wants yet. But it’s encouraging, hopeful, to have a direction and a desire.

That being said, I’m not writing a novel anymore. That shouldn’t surprise most of you. I am absolutely swamped with schoolwork, and when I don’t even make time to have a quiet time during the day, I don’t think I should be trying to make writing a novel a priority. Thanks very much for your encouragement, though!

Meanwhile, you all get to suffer through enjoy my randomosity and ramblings. Sometimes I don’t even know what I want to share when I click “new post.” Other times, I get an idea during the day and think, I have to remember to blog about that! It’s my only way to really fulfill my creative urges right now. I hope to get time sometime soon to submit queries to a few online magazines I’d like to write for. But until that time, I’m left with good ol’ hope road. Thanks for subscribing, reading, and commenting. I love to know that people are reading what I’m writing.