It's finally coming together.

The writing project.

The thing I knew I would write so long ago.

The thing that began inside of me during a conversation at Waffle House in Cleveland, TN with a person whom I feel like I have always thought more highly of then he has thought of me (not that it matters). Someone who to this day inspires me, but at the same time is someone I don't feel like I know. It's weird, but the point is, he inspired me and our conversation inspired me. We talked about nothing and everything and that's where I got the idea.

But anyways.

I'm working on this project. Writers aren't very exciting people.

To get the job done they have to focus like crazy.

And that usually means being alone.

Not by themselves, but away from distracting things/places/people.

I have been writing non stop.

I am worried, skeptical maybe, that this will go somewhere someday,

but it really isn't mine to begin with.

God gave me a passion for conversation. For people. For believing. For realizing that it is possible to be different by learning from someone else. That it's wrong to get up the next day after you've had a life changing conversation with someone and act like it didn't happen.

We were not made to carry things alone, so why do we so often act like we were?

Anyways, for those of you who may happen upon this, please be in prayer as I finish my book and get it to the publisher.

I have a deadline.

But deadlines...well.

Deadlines were made to be missed, weren't they?