Archive for November, 2010


I Get In the Way…


Who Killed Time? by Brandon Warren

I was going to title this “Life Gets In the Way”, but I realized that life gets in my way because I let it.

Let’s be honest here. I am not where I wanted to be in my whole Bible-In-A-Month plan. In fact I haven’t picked up my Bible in, um, three days. Forget just reading through it, I haven’t even been doing my daily devotionals. Why? Because I’ve been busy. There’s this big project that’s due for school, tonight (it’s finished now) and I have to work on it so I’ll get a good grade and keep my scholarships.

But why do I get good grades? Why do I get scholarships? None of it is from my own effort really. It’s because God has hand in my path. He is the one that made me as smart as I am. He is the one who formed my brain and He is the one opening the doors.

God’s never too busy for us…so why do we let ourselves get too busy for him? I mean, what if God had decided that he was too busy to create the world? What would have happened if Jesus had decided that he was too busy to die on the cross? Nothing would be the same. I would be one of the outsiders, the gentiles…I wouldn’t even know God. Probably be bowing down to Artemis or Hera, but thankfully God made time. Literally and figuratively.

So life is only getting in my way because I’m letting it. I had to spend all my time on a project not because it was all that hard…but because I didn’t do the little assignments in a timely manner. I procrastinated (I should really have several medals by now). I got distracted. And I have  this issue with only spending a few minutes doing the things I enjoy–I don’t. So I let it pile up. So this comes down to me…me and my flesh. And there’s not much I can do about that flesh, but thankfully, God can do something with my spirit.

With Thanksgiving break coming up, I’m hoping to catch up on more than just school work. I’ve got eleven days left to read almost the entire Bible. If I can just get to the New Testament I should be good, that always goes fast. Time to go spend some quality time with my God.

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Clio- Muse of History by thisisbossi

Have you ever heard the phrase “I’m waiting for my muse”? Probably from someone involved with art or music or literature. Can I say that this phrase drives me crazy? Yes? Okay, this phrase drives me crazy.

There is no muse. She does not exist. She is a mythological figure that we artists use as  an excuse. Okay, actually, I don’t. My excuses are always something a little less grand. I’m busy, I’m tired, I lost my notebook, I have writer’s block (a legitimate, but easily fixable mistake). If you tell me you’re waiting for your muse to strike, do you know what that says to me? You are lazy.

Over a year ago, a project by an author was put on hold because of some leakage (which I understand, the hold not the leakage). No one was sure if the book was even being published. And then it definitely was, but the author wasn’t working on it yet because she was waiting for her muse. Don’t get me wrong, I love her other books, but telling people she wasn’t writing because the muse didn’t strike her was a little ridiculous. I’m sorry, writers write. Rain or shine, inspired or not.

Aspiring writers make note of this: If you wait for the mood to strike you or your muse to inspire you, you will never write a jot. Or you will write very few jots. If you want to be good at something you have to be disciplined, even if it’s only a small bit. Set aside time to write whether you feel like it or not. It does not have to come out perfect the first time, that’s what editing is for. Just get it out no matter how bad it sounds. And the more you work on writing, the easier it will get.

Have writer’s block? Skip that section, come back to it later. You don’t have to write linearly (but it’s a good idea to jot down a basic direction so  you know where are all the pieces fit). I’ll tell you a secret, when I come up with a story I usually discover the ending first. No, seriously, that’s usually the first thing I know about my story…how it ends and then I realize how it begins and I figure out the in between as I go. Do not ask me why it happens this way, it’s just the way my brain comes up with stuff (Or as I like to joke, it’s the way the charaters tell me the story).

So don’t blame the dust on a tardy muse. Just admit you’re lazy…and then do something about…or don’t. It’s not that hard. Watch me: I have a book I haven’t touched since August becuase I’m lazy (and I lost the notebook with all my notes, but let’s face it…I wasn’t looking very hard). I”m getting caught up with school and then I’m going to do something about it.

Even if it’s only for a few minutes a day, make it a habit to write something regularly. Even if you don’t have a story. There are tons of websites out there that can help with writer’s prompts (if you can, check out writer’s magazines like Writer’s Digest).

You CAN do it!


Have you ever just sat down and thought about what you have to be grateful for? I mean seriously thought, not come up with something because it’s Thanksgiving and your family expects you to have something to say when you sit down for dinner.

There are a lot of things that I am grateful for. I’m grateful for parents who’ve always trusted (Lucky them, I’ve always deserved it). Friends who’ve put up with every stage of crazy that I can produce from American Girl dolls to Lord of the Rings to WICKED, they just go with the flow or sometimes get swept into it (Which is the case with Wicked). I’m grateful that I have a roof to sleep under…even if it’ll be January 1 before we’re allowed to run the heat. And most importantly, I’m grateful for my car. Yes, that is the gas cover over to the left…with a pink flower on it. My attempt to take a car that is not necessarily my kinda color and liven it up a bit. I have a bright little green Ford Escort. But Elphie finally died on me in May, transmission problems, so sad. For the last half year I’ve been driving my parent’s cars and let me tell you, I’d forgotten how much of a hassle juggle cars among four different schedules can be (And that was before my brother and I were driving). But finally, after months of looking and a disappointing miss (I recommend steering clear of Brandon Honda, they’ll say you’re “approved” and then call for a cosigner a week after handing you the keys). Anyways, my lovely little Galinda is below in technicolor. basically, this is my way of circumventing my no Facebook for a week rule so I can show my friend my car. Don’t worry dear, I’m sure you’ll get very acquainted with the inside…Can anyone say, possible late December roadtrip? Yeah, we’ll see…


So I’ve made it through the first week of my fast. And oh boy, do I miss my books. I keep finding myself picking things up going, oh, I want to rad this and then having to put it back down. But I’m surviving…more easily than I thought I would. Now comes the hard part…a week of only the Bible, school and work. If it’s not God-inspired I’m not reading or listening to it. Sounds like Tenth Avenue North is going to get a lot of plays as I commute to school.

As far as reading my Bible goes, I’m a little behind on the 50 pages I need to read every day, but I’m catching up. Just about through Exodus and I find myself wondering, “What did these OT dudes do with their brains?” I mean, what were Abraham and Jacob thinking? Apparently they weren’t. Granted they got a whole lot right…but who thinks “Hey, that’s a good idea?” when their wife suggests they sleep with another woman. Guys, if your wife ever suggests that, suggest back that she get her head examined because something is wrong. At least Leah and Rachel had the backbone not to let the “other” women become a problem. Sarah and Hagar never made sense to me. Why did she let Hagar abuse her? Why didn’t Abraham put the slave woman in her place? Leah took her slave’s children and made them her own, why didn’t Sarah? She was the one with the power, but she just gave it away. Nope, never will make sense to me.

Anyways, I should go read some more if I’m going to catch up. Need to be in 2 Kings by tomorrow…Oh, and the cute little dog that needs a bath? That’s my Suzie, just figured it was time for her to make an appearance.

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