Today was supposed to be politics, but I’m pretty fed up with the whole political chess board right now.  I think if I tried to quantify my frustration I’d probably have another stroke (this is a joke…nobody wants another stroke) or end up throwing myself into a padded room with locks and a custom fit jacket.

I’ve also discovered that I primarily enjoy fictional writing.  It’s taken less then twenty days of National Blog Writing Month but I figured it out.  I’m just not that into blogging anymore.  I obviously have things to say but most of the time it’s not worth trying to put the small voice out there.  I’d probably write more about politics and religion but I feel as if both arenas have been overrun and fouled beyond recognition.  Any kind of courteous discourse has been left at the edge of the field that has now become a battleground 0f ideology, theology and political theory.  The lines between the two subjects seems to blur, twist and turn at times into something that is both terrifying and fascinating.

Couple that with the “devils advocate” perspective I’ve taken on Christianity and you’ve really not going to get anywhere with what you’ve got bouncing around in your head.  I think given some time and maturing I can get these ideas fertilized and marinated into something that resembles a strong steak worthy of a few awards.

All this to say that I’ve found that nurturing my novel writing side has begun to take root within my heart and soul.  Come November I’ll be writing a novel through the entire month.  I may not survive.  I may end up going crazy or wandering around 16th street mall telling everyone Hilary Clinton is a lizard intent on killing us all (*cough* balloon boys dad is crazy *cough*) but dang it I will have written a novel by the end of November.

It is my destiny.