Like, no.
I’m writing with the purpose of publishing my work and achieving my dreams.
This is insanity when you think about it.
I had a short stint of blogging and getting somewhat popular with the whole blog thing and publishing a book with a publishing company and being a small time big star on the interwebs.
But mostly in my head.
So where do I get off thinking I can do this again and turn it into something bigger than before?
Well, you know, God and what not.
STORY TIME!!!!
There was once a girl named Ericka who was as cute as a baby squirrel born in a basket of daffodils and she was given the ability to write. From whom? No one because she didn’t believe in God and was convinced the afterlife was nothing more than a cold dead existence sitting still in a cinder block room for hours on end.
Adorable.
Ericka lived a life that was mildly entertaining and posted about it on the internets. People came from all over: their lackluster Facebook profiles, that article about how skim milk can give you acne, that Reddit thread where that one guy keeps spelling “their” incorrectly… And they laughed and clapped and screamed “Dance, monkey dance!” when reading one of her posts or watching her videos and Ericka did just that. She danced on her two legs that were cuter than a baby deer who’s just opened its eyes for the very first time.
But then sadness: unforeseen circumstances, sleepless nights, sleep paralysis, extreme depression all came at her at once and sucked out her small woodlandesque creature cuteness until she became kind of like Meredith from The Office.
But one night she prayed and told Jesus she’d trust him and promptly remove her head from her backside. The next night? Pure, unadulterated sleep.
She started listening to God. She took a real office job that hurt every ounce of her creative being but knew this is what Jesus was calling her to do. She stood up for her employees, garnered friendships, led by example and watched quite a few regain their love of Jesus.
And then that part of her journey was over and the next call was to come home and homeschool her daughter which has not yet ended in the house being set on fire.
Miraculous.
The voice is calling again and Ericka is listening. It says “Ask and you shall receive.” It’s telling her that her faithfulness will be rewarded and she has a gut deep inkling that this will result in a real writing career, some way some how.
Because God doesn’t disappoint. The world does and sometimes He asks very hard things of people. But these things are the very best things.
If only because they help you regain the gorgeousness of a doughy-limbed bunny frolicking through the first winter snow.
The End.
First steps have been taken. I’ve entered my poetry manuscript into a contest, and I have an eerily good feeling about it.
I know that writing is the way I bring people to Jesus. I know God has plans for me (and you, too, by the by). So I’ve decided to stop getting in my own way, to stop getting down that I’m not where I want to be right this very moment.
Because I feel the path beneath my feet, and I know it will get me exactly where God needs me.
Even if that means turning into a round-eyed kitten lovingly embracing her puppy best friend.
I’ll sacrifice if I have to.
