Writing a Book

Ok, so I'm writing a book.

It feels kind of crazy. Who's attention can I capture so much that they will willingly shell out the better part of a twenty-dollar bill to read my stuff? Do I really have anything to say?

So far, my notes aren't very encouraging. Between hand-written and typed material, I'm approaching about 35 pages of the most awful writing you've ever seen.

All my stuff starts out that way, though. Some writers talk about "vomiting" their first draft, and my creative style certainly fits that unappetizing description.

Writing is an insane amount of work. Stephen King talks about cranking out fifteen pages per day. Like most of his villains, that's not human! Even when I have the time to do more, I find it difficult to pour out more than a page or two of raw thought per sitting.

What I'm going to do when I'm done is anyone's guess. I certainly don't have the capital to go to press if I self-publish, and I'm not very optimistic about a publishing house writing a check to a heretofore unpublished writer nobody's ever heard of.

But sometimes you have to put your feet in the water before the Jordan parts. So, I'm going to give it my best shot and let the Lord do the rest.