Secret Sunday

In the last two weeks the readership of this blog has jumped up quite a bit. I attribute that to really just two things. First, we launched a new Youth Ministry website and it links to my blog so a bunch more people have heard about it. Second, I’ve written a couple of things that for some reason Google has taken a liking to and when you search for them my blog is one of the top hits.

Of course with a greater readership comes a greater responsibility on my part to update this blog and to write things that people may actually be interested in reading.

Today I decided that it might be a good idea to reveal a little bit more about who I am so you know what you are reading. If my mom reads this she will probably laugh as she’s known this for a long time.

When I was in 4th grade we moved to an Island in Washington state. That move was pretty difficult on me as it happened mid year and 4th graders are merciless when you have a funny name. Those first years on the island I retreated a lot to a special world that came two me every two weeks. If you didn’t grow up in a rural area you won’t understand this as much but go with it and you might learn something. Every two weeks the Bookmobile came to the community I lived in. If I remember correctly I could check out about 10 books each time. I remember combing the walls of that magical book paradise for things I hadn’t read. After getting my stack of books I would invariable hole up at home in my room and read as long as my parents would let me. I even kept a flashlight in my room to read under the covers. A few years later when I had access to a boat I used to take it out and read all afternoon.

When we moved to a different house on the island my mom began to refer to my room as “The Cave” because I would go into it and hibernate pretty much all afternoon and read.

So here’s the secret. For the last 20 years since I graduated from high school I haven’t stopped reading. Granted there have been times I haven’t been able to read what I wanted (College, Graduate School, Post-Grad School) but I still am a voracious reader. In all of this time I have had a hidden desire that I would write a book.

Probably the best way to describe why I haven’t written a book yet is to explain the reason why I don’t have a tattoo.

I don’t have a tattoo because I can’t decide what tattoo to get. I know that I want one but actually making the decision of what I want is difficult. Plus I don’t really know where to get it. The writing deal is the same. I can’t narrow down what I want to write. It’s difficult especially because I have a pretty broad interest in what I read so I have difficulty narrowing it down to what genre would be most appealing.

So there it is. Secret Sunday revealed. I want to write but haven’t. I’m going to go hide in my cave now and read a book. On a side note it is sort of hard to have a cave when you have to share it with your wife. She would prefer I didn’t hibernate.