Just to admit to the world that I have not dropped off the face of the earth, Merry Christmas!
The season is here and I'm in love all over again. This year, lights did not start too early, but they are gorgeous where they have come. Our neighborhood is bedecked and so is upstairs in the living room (my job, which involves figuring out how the garland over the mantle got upside down and how to get it un-upside down again, in addition to glossing over the fact that one poinsetta has fifty lights and the other has an excessive one hundred!), which brings me to the reason for this post (or one of them anyway).
arliddian just posted about graduation and holidays and Jesus and it reminded me of my own drawing nearer to God right now. I think I've been on an outward arc that arced a little too far away. Right now, I'm in a serious leap of faith situation where I feel God is calling me out of the job I'm in and into some work that means a much less reliable income for the time being and a lot of original writing and no fanfiction (can't make money on the latter), and it's the scariest, awesomest (yes, I'm quite aware that isn't a word) feeling to experience.
Been studying up on Dean Wesley Smith and some of his excellent posts on this writing as business thing. His wife's site too. Been applying to Focus Forward and starting in on the intense training with Transam to turn me from a dental claims processor to a work-at-home medical transcriptionist. Been working overtime to wrap up year-end projects for the family nonprofit job. And now, I had to sit down and ask myself:
Why do I want to write?
(Here's where the fanfic goes by the wayside for the time being. That is because I love the community and the characters and the practice.)
I want to write because I want to fall in love with God.
I've been there. I've been in love, but I'm really not where I want to be anymore and that always expressed in my original writing. So here I am, kinda in shock that this is the answer my subconscious produced, but one peek at the work I've been doing proves this theme has started to show up. None of my stories are preachy. I rarely manage to include more than background references to God directly anyway. But the theme itself is still there. Surprised me, but not in a bad way. Not at all.
:sits bewildered at her desk:
I'm kind of hoping this all goes down better than it could.
The season is here and I'm in love all over again. This year, lights did not start too early, but they are gorgeous where they have come. Our neighborhood is bedecked and so is upstairs in the living room (my job, which involves figuring out how the garland over the mantle got upside down and how to get it un-upside down again, in addition to glossing over the fact that one poinsetta has fifty lights and the other has an excessive one hundred!), which brings me to the reason for this post (or one of them anyway).
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Been studying up on Dean Wesley Smith and some of his excellent posts on this writing as business thing. His wife's site too. Been applying to Focus Forward and starting in on the intense training with Transam to turn me from a dental claims processor to a work-at-home medical transcriptionist. Been working overtime to wrap up year-end projects for the family nonprofit job. And now, I had to sit down and ask myself:
Why do I want to write?
(Here's where the fanfic goes by the wayside for the time being. That is because I love the community and the characters and the practice.)
I want to write because I want to fall in love with God.
I've been there. I've been in love, but I'm really not where I want to be anymore and that always expressed in my original writing. So here I am, kinda in shock that this is the answer my subconscious produced, but one peek at the work I've been doing proves this theme has started to show up. None of my stories are preachy. I rarely manage to include more than background references to God directly anyway. But the theme itself is still there. Surprised me, but not in a bad way. Not at all.
:sits bewildered at her desk:
I'm kind of hoping this all goes down better than it could.