Yes, that belongs in all caps, especially after that last blog post! (Incidentally, I grew fonder of my little "p word" as the project wore on.) I signed the agreement last night and am meeting the new member of my alliance, Les Stobbe, this Saturday at a writers' conference here in Anderson. Unbelieveable, really, the sheer coincidence of that. In fact, it is unbelieveable -- and I don't believe it is coincidence at all. No, this thing is planned by my wonderful, masterful, Worker of the best surprises. My one and only Jesus! Thank you, my precious Maker, Redeemer, and Friend. Only You can truly understand my heart in this, after all we have been through together.
Pray for me, any and all of you who follow this little blog of mine. And rejoice with me in the things He has planned for us! He is up to something in the lives of us both!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Proposal
Proposal. Use correctly in a sentence:
I was impressed by his proposal, or at least the left side of my brain was.
The proposal assignment was bitter abuse.
I have found that writing a proposal could actually kill my desire to write anything else.
The thing is, proposals are supposed to be cut and dried, aren't they? This is the thing I have to offer, now you decide. But oh no, oh no -- I must jump through hoops, I must dazzle and entertain, all before you actually READ what I have written. I must walk through the burning ring of fire we call "marketing" into the dark side where business is clunking and churning -- like I would ever, EVER want to go there. In fact, this thing feels like a treaty between the two worlds, me in my optimism and them in their obvious pessimism, or otherwise, why would all the convincing be necessary? At this point, I am not even sure it would all work out.
I feel like every bit of my creativity has been counterbalanced by writing this malarky. Isn't that a conflict of interest?
One thing is for sure: I am conflicted and completely disinterested in this part of the process.
I was impressed by his proposal, or at least the left side of my brain was.
The proposal assignment was bitter abuse.
I have found that writing a proposal could actually kill my desire to write anything else.
The thing is, proposals are supposed to be cut and dried, aren't they? This is the thing I have to offer, now you decide. But oh no, oh no -- I must jump through hoops, I must dazzle and entertain, all before you actually READ what I have written. I must walk through the burning ring of fire we call "marketing" into the dark side where business is clunking and churning -- like I would ever, EVER want to go there. In fact, this thing feels like a treaty between the two worlds, me in my optimism and them in their obvious pessimism, or otherwise, why would all the convincing be necessary? At this point, I am not even sure it would all work out.
I feel like every bit of my creativity has been counterbalanced by writing this malarky. Isn't that a conflict of interest?
One thing is for sure: I am conflicted and completely disinterested in this part of the process.
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