Skip to main content

Henceforth, I shall discover my platform.

Well, the blogging in college thing didn't work out.  Turns out that the last thing you want to do when you spend 25 hours a day writing papers is to write more... But as I've been pursuing avenues for my writing, I've discovered with increasing panic that I need what is referred to as a "platform."

Oh, dear.

This could be a problem.

Several publishers even want a link to your blog.  I haven't had a blog in like...eight years.  Thusly, I have begun again in the attempt to see what I write about.  No one even needs to know it's here, really...I mean, unless they check my blogging traffic, it doesn't really matter.  All that matters is that I write about the anythings that populate my head and see what patterns are there.

I guess that'll be my platform.  And then the publishers can come here and see it.  And probably not want me...but at least if they do, they'll know what they're getting into.  Otherwise, Clubhouse, Jr. will never know what hit them.

So, join me...if you're bored and addicted to the Internet...on a search for my platform.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Mile In

"I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit...What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods? I suspect myself, and cannot help a shudder when I find myself so implicated even in what are called good works--for this may sometimes happen." -Henry David Thoreau, Walking Don't get the wrong impression--I don't sit around reading Thoreau. This was just fitting and I happened to know enough of the gist to Google it. Wouldn't want y'all to think I'd gone academic English on y'all: that's my brother's job. I don't even know if I just used that colon correctly in that last sentence. We're in a period of major potential transition, which, I think, can be just as hard as the transition itself. The uncertainty of the lead-up doesn't have the "luxury" of the forced busyness of the real bustle of change. It's all research and p...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Secret Signature of the Soul

"All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it--tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest--if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself--you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say 'Here at last is the thing I was made for'.  We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want... While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all."   -C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain She became aware again and knew immediately where she was. It wasn't a surprise, but she didn't know what to expect. The first thing she noticed was the silence. A silence that made her realize that she'd never truly known silence before. There was no ringing in her ears, no pop when she swallowed. No rustling in th...
1 comment
Read more

A few things I'm learning lately...

I set a goal in my calendar to write a blog post. Two weeks ago. So I should hold myself accountable and write something. But I don't really know what. I suppose I will simply share what the Lord has been teaching me lately. 1) I am learning that God can use dysfunction to challenge and grow me. I am responsible to my reactions and attitudes within my circumstances. I can't always change them, but I can let God change me in them. He won't put me in a perfect, holy place in a fallen world, safe from drama, frustration, and ineptitude. He will expect me (and enable me) to become holy within the places of drama, frustration, and ineptitude. 2) I am learning that I am so much weaker than I realize. When I look at what Christians (and those of other faiths) are experiencing in other parts of the world, I have panic attacks. I can't handle the thought of going through so much pain. My anxiety disorder makes me extra sensitive to such thoughts. I think I'm this toug...
2 comments
Read more