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Fool Circle

 Let's make this sweet and not too short - honestly, this isn't much of a book blog. The less I write, the more it becomes personal, and don't we love having other folks personal lives pushed on us. Not! Joking aside, life happens. Can't predict it. Can't even try to control it. But God knows what he is doing, and if you don't think he is the one in control, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you.

Writing-wise, since I have my computer up and running, the one that gave us books three and four, perhaps more magic lie ahead. God knows. I am in the process of re-reading and editing, but there is a lot to catch up on. I left book four in a bit of turmoil. That won't end anytime soon, as my many characters have a lot of issues. Wait, maybe this blog is about my personal life. Ha!

I might rather discuss the mental aspect of what we do and why. Some people become intensely absorbed in what they do - hobbies, gaming, pets, groups, adventure, or whatever makes one somewhat happy. Probably a good thing considering the alternative, which is apathy and laziness at doing anything. I'm not fingerpointing here at all. I've been on both sides of this - only my faith has been the one thing to break loose from being a hobby (I'll explain), and it really can be just a passing thing if you allow it.

Darn, this is a personal post now. Faith is a big deal to me. Church for me was like any other hobby I had at one time. If I wanted to write, I wrote. If I wanted to play games, I played games. If I was in the mood for church, I went to church, ect. Sorry, but some things should be part of us and who we are - not just a passing mood. 

Maybe I can blame my belief system on not writing these past four years, but not really. Actually, it was faith that had me pick up a book I had previously written in my twenties and remake it into one that I felt much more comfortable with and had passion for. That passion turned into four books. But where did that passion go you may ask? That blame goes on me alone, but also reality and responsibility that come from my being. Sometimes life is what consumes us and we have to put down the lessor things. There is maturity in understanding it's time to put down the pencil, or phone, or gaming controller, and do what's right, whatever that is. Grow up, I mean to say.

Now what? How about me, since I've decided to get all preachy? I don't know. gonna try to keep book five alive - and I realize most writers would laugh at this because their passion leads them to write and read daily. Oh well, I'm not like you. But whatever happens we push forward. In a strange way I have come full circle. Not sure I expected or wanted to be here, but I am where I need to be. I'll make the best of it.

 Time to turn up my iTunes Sad playlist (that's what I call it), check in on Facebook, and see where the next chapter of the Outcast Alliance takes me. God bless.

(current song - the Last Resort, by the Eagles)
 


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