Just Because... 11/19/2009
I'm going to share something super special secret...you know, since we're sisters and all. I'll wait as you grab your sweet tea and brace yourself. Okay, ready? Take your time...get all situated and stuff..... Set? Grand. Lovely. Now I suppose I really should spill the beans already. By the way, my youngest son totally thought "spill the beans" was synonymous with hurl and all its brethren. That cracks me up so seriously! It may just beat all the others, actually. You got me, I'm sharing next to gross anecdotes in effort to slyly back myself out of the corner I wrote myself into....fine. Geez, you really know how to hold a girl to her word. Years ago, {YEARS ago} I started a novel about immortal beings...not vampires, simply reincarnated people who eventually regain full memory of their past lives. Unlike our eternity in Christ, their perpetual existence was a curse that stemmed from love cut short. Taking from the myths surrounding the false goddess Isis and her falsely divine siblings, I thought I had a great book and a possible novel series in the works. You've got to love the Lord's reuse of our misused gifts! Writing about the one true God is so much more rewarding and interesting and useful! Not that fiction is a bad thing, but when you're not where God wants you that's never a good thing. Seeing now that this novel will never be more than a million notes and a handful of pages, I thought it might be fun to share with you. So, without any more build up {you know, so the let down isn't such a high fall} here is the prologue to the novel that never was. Simon strolls the snow-covered sidewalks of New York with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his mid-length black coat. His head hangs low, yet his posture speaks volumes; he walks with a determination and an awareness that only yearning can create. His multicolored scarf thrashes with the wind and his black hair curls around his ears as the icy breeze dampens it. Over the past year his entire existence has become a mere routine. Habitually, he patrols these streets nightly in search of her all the while his thoughts remain unchanged. “I have walked this street nearly every night from the time when this city first beckoned me. Throughout my adolescence I dreamt of nothing more than traveling to this, the very city that I have now grown to loathe. It's been nearly a year now and I'm no closer to finding her than when I first arrived in this haven for the wicked. Each day I live with the fear that my life's purpose will never allow me the luxury of anything more than wandering aimlessly toward an ever-elusive goal. Isis. How many lifetimes shall pass before our paths are united? Why must you continually slip through my hands? Your alluring spirit and your immeasurable love were mine eons ago, if only I knew you now. So this is the price of immortality. Who are you now; does that same sweet smile shine beneath those eyes dark as night? I can't allow myself to squander precious time delighting in what you once were; you may very well be here, now, on this exact street, searching for me as I search for you. Have you discerned the truth yet? I pray that you have, or else we may be destined to fail once more." CommentsFri, 20 Nov 2009 10:12:04 am You are a novel writer, too? So, now that you are using God's gift on an amazing level, is there a Christian book in the works? Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:21:48 am No girl, I'm a novel starter. =P Tue, 24 Nov 2009 10:53:54 am That was very intriguing. You are a very good writer! My twin got all the writing skills between us and I really thank God for it. I spend a lot of time reading writers blogs (like your blog) and I am going to have a heart attack when one of ya'll publish a novel. I'll probably need a triple bypass when my twin publishes hers. Haha! Leave a Reply |  
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