And so it begins...

This is probably something like my third or fourth attempt at a blog... It always seems as though there is so much inspiration to write about and that maintaining a blog will be such a simple task. But as many things in life, whatever seems simple often is not. Not that keeping a blog is in itself, very difficult. More along the lines that being intentional about keeping a blog, or just intentional about anything in general, is more complicated than it seems. Anyway...

On my second blog attempt, there was a quote that I still like that I will also post on this one. It is from Anne Lamott - one of my favorite authors - though I've probably only read maybe 20 pages or so of her work. But those 20 pages stuck out to me that much. I suppose I'm kind of a strange writer because I hate reading. I think most writers also like to read. So when I write I guess I don't write to audiences that are like me, because if my audience is like me and hates to read, there is no purpose for me to write. But you see, I can't even pretend to be intentional about reading. It just doesn't work. But anyways, here is the quote:

"I try to write the books I would love to come upon, that are honest, concerned with real lives, human hearts, spiritual transformation, families, secrets, wonder, craziness — and that can make me laugh. When I am reading a book like this, I feel rich and profoundly relieved to be in the presence of someone who will share the truth with me, and throw the lights on a little."

I think I'd like to try to write those books as well...