I’ve been leaving alphabet behind and building things in my mind. I write for myself because it’s quieter that way. It gives the people without thoughts somewhere else to play. I hung a wind chime in my garden because it’s outside my bedroom window, but it’s so small I can’t hear it. I keep things to myself and hang bits of my worship on display. Music for a stranger who might pass by this way.
Have you ever thrown a party that got too loud, so you had to step outside in the quiet night until they went away?
You can hear more truth in silence, anyway.
Do you know anyone else who put herself through college just to write a book?
Straight A’s. My, how things change.
I don’t like the mess of self promotion. There’s a psychology to the game. “Create a community, a sense of ‘Us’. Encourage interaction, ask questions to get comments. Write consistently. Like me. Fan me. Like this. Promote me and I’ll promote you. Read me and I’ll read you. Like me and I’ll like you. Get more followers, get more fans, get get get.”
Small circle fame and a fast plastic train.
I don’t like games. I don’t like strategy. I like quality. I like the real deal. I want to be an artist. I want to use words to create a picture that may never be seen. I’m the girl who hung a wind chime I can’t hear.
I’m learning the secrets that others use to sway you. I don’t think religion should be sold like survival gear to the afraid. They don’t talk about Jesus or grace because it takes away the fear. If you’re not afraid, you can’t be controlled. You can’t oppress people who have no fear. I’m learning how the human brain works so that I can help you avoid damaging “group think” and “social loafing”, and “fundamental attribution errors”. Give me some time, I’ll explain.
I want to help you avoid getting psychologically destroyed if your church community doesn’t like you anymore. I want to help you not destroy someone who falls down. I want to help fight the fear.
This is me telling you that I’m still here. I’m learning, I’m building up, and I’m writing.