I’ve picked up a bug. Not the sore throat, chesty coughing, runny nose kind. Though I’ve got that at the moment too. I’ve been bitten by the writing bug. I never would have thought it, but most of the time I’m really enjoying writing. I look forward to it. I miss it when I don’t get the opportunity to write.
Last night I finished the first draft of my book called ‘Hope Beyond Cure’. It’s got eleven chapters and goes for about 32,ooo words. I’m blessed to have an editor to help me bang it into shape and then we will present it to the publisher for approval. To be honest, I don’t know if it’s that good or not, but I desperately want to be able to put a book into people’s hands that points them to real hope. I wouldn’t mind you praying that we’ll get this finished and into a good shape. And that it will prove a blessing to many people.
I’m enjoying the blogging. It enables me to give expression to many of my thoughts on a regular basis, and the book summaries help me to consolidate what I’m reading. I’d recommend to people who are starting out in their careers, especially in ministry, to consider summarising/reviewing the better books that they read. It helps things stick and makes it easier to remember when you come back to the book for a second time.
I’ve got more plans to keep writing. I know I tend to be a bit of a dreamer and have had many plans that have come to nothing. But now I feel a sense of urgency about writing. There’s things I want to say. Maybe even some more book ideas in the wings.
And for the teetotallers who would like an ‘I told you so moment’ I succeeded in knocking a glass of red wine over my keyboard on the weekend. So any typos will now be blamed on sticky keys and short-circuits of the motherboard. Grrr!
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