Tuesday, July 6, 2010

I will admit one thing to you here and now, let it be know to the farthest reaches of the internet...

I am a visual artist.

"Great?" you answer, "good for you. So uh...why're you telling me this?"

Because the main focus of my life right now, is in fact, not visual art. Not drawing, painting, or creating gaint sculptures of thinking people in marble. It is writing. The artist with the bad handwriting and owful speeling is attempting to write fiction.

A novel.

The first of a trilogy.

Am a crazy? Well, quite frankly, probably a little. I'm an artist, remember?
But I'm another thing, Christian. And when God tells you quite plainly to write a novel, well then by gum, you write a novel.

It's just a good thing I know how to type.

So here I am, midway the seventeenth chapter when I make the mistake of looking at writing sites. You know, those ones that tell you exactly what you're doing wrong before you're probably ready to hear it? Oops. So I got a little discouraged.

But like I said, God told me to write a novel. And after getting discouraged, he told me to just write. So here I am, writing.

See, I figured if I got a blog, I could get in the experience I needed to write, and to catalog the experience along the way.

So whether you stumbled upon this blog and mercifully read it when you could have just clicked away, or got told about this place by a friend (Ha ha ha ha, unlikely), or are just a robot virus, then welcome!

Let me tell you about how an artist can become a writer, and how writing itself is an art.



P.S. I apologise for the state of the site. It's still in a basic template because the new design tool isn't working. I'll do my best to fix that in the near future.

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