Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Tell Me a Story

As I've written on this blog, lately there's been a lot of soul-searching and crying out to God about what He wants me to do with my writing in my heart. And I have an answer.

I am a storyteller.

I am not a Bible Study writer ... you can't paraphrase the Bible, but I tend to translate things into "Amanda-ese" in my mind as I read. And the best scholars do extensive historical and language research - I find that interesting, but it isn't something I have a passion for. I truly believe God gives us passion for the good works He has predestined for us (Ephesians 2:10).

I am not an evangelist. I'm probably closer to the "Hey, that's sin you dope" attitude of a prophet. Why? Because I'm really good (when I'm not in God's Word) at justifying almost anything. To myself at least. If I try to make something more palatable to you, well ... its a slippery slope for me. I don't know how to make it tasty without making it wrong. I'd end up serving up chocolate covered bacon instead of making you want a nutritious salad as much as you want the chocolate covered bacon. Really that is a horrible example - but ... chocolate covered bacon!

I am not a self-help/how-to guru. I'm great at DOING how to, but I don't take pictures along the way or write down the steps in sequence. Sure I share something on here now and again but its never worth publishing in a way that's really going to impact the way someone does something. I'm to EFPN to keep up with and share the minute details for you. Besides, you might have a better way to do it and I don't want to be here telling you what to do and squelching your creativity.

But telling stories ... retelling true stories or making them up as I go ... it makes my heart flutter and my mind explode open with a rainbow of ideas pouring out in such gushes that I often lose some pretty good ideas before I can get them nailed to the floor. Since I was old enough to write I've enjoyed writing stories. I recall several times in elementary school taking off on a writing prompt and instead of the one page others were painfully filling I was trying to make myself stop around five or six. Many times I missed the transition into another subject, like math, because I was so caught up in my story. I never did finish those multiplication tables.

Plus, in looking at which posts to this blog get read the most - its the stories. Y'all ... all three of y'all ... (ha ... ha ha ha) really like my stories.

So I've started.

I started writing Butterfritty.

You'll just have to wait and see what I mean by that if you have no idea what I'm talking about.







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