This is supposed to be my introductory post.
But I’ve never been good at those.
As this blog moves toward well rooted establishment, I will dedicate it to helping other aspiring authors learn from my early mistakes, but as I start it seems logical that I should state my purpose in writing at all. Hold on to your seats, this is going to be a rather rapid ride.
I write the stories in my heart. My stories are not simply novels, not even bestsellers (by a long shot.) My stories are my blood.
I’ve heard it said that taking a shower is the hardest form of writing. It is true. I’m a writer because writing follows me. I glance over my shoulder because it pursues me. I slip from this world in silence, because it gags and binds me before pulling me under. I can’t sleep at night, because it hides in the darkness watching me, preparing to strike.
Why do I write? Because I tried to take a break once, and lasted for a week before I was drafting my next novel.
But there’s more because even my passion for the act couldn’t sustain my efforts for long. Some days I sit in front of the computer, and do nothing. I hunger for that experience, when you can actually see your characters living in your outline, but I lack the reality. Sometimes my characters are deflated, sometimes my outline doesn’t work, sometimes I don’t work. More often than not I find myself staring at the screen, thinking of a story other than my WIP. I bore of what I’m working with, and I fail to move forward.
My “writing” is not enough to finish a novel. My hunger leads me astray. My lust for Story destroys my own tale.
Our writing must be based on something deeper, something more consistent, something more powerful, if it is to ever become writing. But purpose isn’t far away.
“Go ye therefore, and teach all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”
Matthew 28 19-29
Now, before you skip past the ‘theological talk’, do me a favor: I want thirty seconds.
God gave us a manual for life, instructions for ‘disciplining the nations’. God gave it to us as a book. In that book, God Incarnate spoke much of his teaching in parables. (That’s stories.) So, are stories a legitimate means to the end Christ gave us in Matthew? I’d say yes.
Fact of the matter: Fiction is a biblically sanctioned medium, and it changes culture.
Fact two: Christian Fiction is generally pathetic.
My apologies to all the toes I just stepped on, but seriously. How many Christian teens read secular fiction ‘because it’s so good’? Now, how many secular teens read Christian fiction ‘because it’s so good’?
Christian Fiction doesn’t measure up.
However, it’s not a lost cause. Here’s my vision for our future:
Christians read ‘Hollywood’ books and ignore the secular/pagan/occultish content because the book ‘is so good.’ This might be crazy but hey, shouldn’t this work the other way around? What if a Christian author walked into the ring and wrote stories more compelling than Steven King, more edge-of-your-seat than Tom Clancy, and more gripping than Clive Cussler. What if a Christian book walked onto the scene and stole the attention of readers from all walks of life, because it was ‘just that good.’
I’m a long ways away, I’ll admit. I’ve got to learn, I’ve got to experience, I’ve got to write.
But, this is my dream.
This is why I write.
I pray that I am not alone.