Book Writing . . . Maybe

I've met about 150 people in my life who were "writing a book." Know how many of them got published? Two.

Both of them were self-published. Good for them. Except no one ended up buying books from them except their family.

Anyway, I'm writing a book. I'm sure it'll turn into absolutely nothing except a huge waste of time. It'll probably be good for me, like this blog has been. I have a direct relative who has published books so maybe their genes have been passed on to me. Or not. I also have an outlaw who is a direct relative. And an adulterer. But I won't say anything else about that.

I've been writing for a few months and have a grand total of three chapters. Woo hoo.

So pray for me, or think kind thoughts of me. With the pace I'm going I should have a rough first draft by 2034.

In this version of my story, I end global warming, defeat all evil in the world, go back in history and stop Hitler, and end poverty all while wearing a cape and tights. It's a pretty good read.

Oh, one more piece of news. I've now registered www.fallenpastor.com. It's forwarded to come here where the good people at blogger.com host my mess for free. Spread the news if you like my blog. If you don't like it, then why are you reading it? (You love it, you know you do.)