Hey, I'm A Writer
My muse has been on vacation lately, I guess, because I've had nothing to say. I haven't been in a speculative or reflective mood. Part of the reason may be that I have abandoned my dream of "becoming a writer." Turns out I already am one.
I was asked for some samples of my writing. As I assembled a few different examples, I decided to include one or two of the church newsletter Page One devotionals that I do every month. Hmm, which ones? I started looking through the files. Huh, there's a lot here. I did the math: 12 essays a year, 24 years--well, dog my cats! There's almost three hundred of the little buggers.
So I put my secretary on the job and asked for a photocopy of all my Pastor's Pages. She came back with a stack of paper an inch thick. The title page she made up says, A Pastor's Bathroom Reader, Vol. 1: The Old Editions, 1990-2006. It features a nice line drawing of a commode. Cute. Har har. (Perfect, actually.)
As I hefted that stack of paper, it dawned on me that I really am a published author! Sure, it's a small readership, and it didn't earn me any status or recognition. It's not the sort of thing you can put on a resume. But what the heck: I sat down to write, and these things came out, and some people read them, and a few even commented favorably. I took what talent I have, and put it to work for God, and He blessed it. I never really wanted fame. I just wanted to be able to say, "I wrote a book." Well, I can say it now.