Writing for God

Blogging. It seems so simple. A string of sentences here, added to another phrase there to form a paragraph and voila, you have written an article. Click publish and you’re good to go.

I wish it was that simple though. For me. I have read numerous blogs to get inspiration, joined writing challenges, listed blogging prompts. Pretty much anything and everything I could think of just to get me started but still. Procrastination? Probably. But my main concern for the past few weeks (when I thought I’ve overcome my “fear” of blogging and putting my thoughts out there) is WHAT TO WRITE? Initially, I wanted to make it more of a journal but then who’d read it? Next, I figured I would make it a photoblog or book blog. But I read books too fast for me to write each and every one of it a single review. (But I’m still planning on adding book reviews here, don’t worry). Then by some weird chance, I thought of making this a fashion blog. With the teeny, tiny problem that I am the LEAST FASHIONABLE person I know. (Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration) And lastly, I decided I want my blog to reflect my thoughts as a Christian. But I don’t know where to start. And so it went on and on and on until today. When I realized I can’t put it off anymore.

I was so busy with finding my niche (while that is mostly effective for the professional bloggers out there), my blog is still in infancy. Anyhow, I came to realize earlier that I was so focused with thinking of the right topic that would interest people when i should just be writing about what interests ME. You see, if I continue writing for the people (mostly, if not all, whom I don’t know), then I lose the joy of writing. This is a tool for me to express myself, my thoughts, opinions, and yes, even my crazy, not so fashionable style. So why give in to the pressure when the only person pressuring me is myself? Also, trying my best to make my writing sound so interesting for others so they will be impressed really got to me. I know of only ONE that I should impress. And that is GOD.

Yes, you heard me. God gave me the ability to write, the creative mind to put words together, the talent to paint pictures out of words. Of course, I should write for Him. But no, not to impress. But TO GLORIFY. Because what else can I do to impress the One who created everything in this world? Surely, NOTHING! So why bother to impress? But to glorify? I have all the reason to do so. Aside from the fact that He is God and He created me, never mind that He just happen to offer His Son as atonement for my sins (and everyone else in the world) cause really, who else would do that, right? God gave me all the abilities I have to honor Him.

“As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace: whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies—in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. To him belong glory and dominion forever and ever.” (1 Peter 4:10-11)

The Word already says it. Who am I to argue? While I focus on the shallow things, God has called my attention and directed me to the things that really matter most. The transformation of the mind that only comes from Him. And there simply lies the answer, I CAN WRITE WHATEVER I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT AS LONG AS I DO IT TO HONOR GOD AND GLORIFY HIM.

That’s how it should be.



A Note To Self: On Writing

For someone who claims to “love” writing, I can’t write much. Or I don’t write much. I’m serious. I can probably come up with two brilliant sentences that I would want to expand on a blog but that’s it. When it comes to the actual dirty task of thinking and stringing together my thoughts and words, I come up short. Literally.

I used to write paragraphs, 5-10 long and jargon-filled paragraphs. Sometimes, whenever I’d try to review what I wrote, I end up quitting after the fourth sentence. So maybe it wasn’t just that I couldn’t come up with the words to put together. Maybe it’s because I’m lazy. A major procrastinator. As if having levels of procrastination makes things less or more delayed. Which we all know isn’t the case.  Or maybe I just happen to have so many things running in my mind that whenever I’d commit to actually putting one on paper, it slips away and gets replaced by another before I could even form a coherent sentence. Maybe. Maybe not.

You see, writing is not just an art form. It’s a discipline. A routine that needs to be done over and over (DUH. Isn’t that what routine actually is?). And over. So that you can construct sentences that makes sense. Write stories that comes alive. Report on everyday mundane things and make them extraordinary. Writing forces you to express. Express yourself – your thoughts, opinions, views, wants, needs – anything you want to. You can’t just write one blog post or an article (rehashed from a website that you think no one visits) and call yourself a writer. No, it doesn’t work that way. I don’t think Neil Gaiman sat on his writing chair (um, i’m not sure if he has one but if ever an author would think of using a writing chair, he’d be the one) for one single moment and came out with Coraline and American Gods in one sitting. I’m pretty sure he sat on that “writing chair” for hundreds of times before coming up with the final manuscript for his work. And even after he’s done, I’m certain he still continued to write just because he’s used to doing it and it has become second (or probably first) nature for him to do so.

So write. Whether you want to be a published author or a closet blogger. Just. WRITE. You want to be a writer? Write. You want to expand your vocabulary? Write. (Or maybe, for this, just at least READ.) You want to be good in whatever language you employ? Write. JUST WRITE. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be catchy (at least not immediately). It doesn’t have to be long. Or complete. It doesn’t even have to make perfect sense to others. Just write.

Write for all the good it will do you. And maybe, just maybe, whatever you churn out will have an influence, will inspire others. Will make sense. Or maybe not. Nevertheless, write. Who knows, the world will be a better place when you do.

Thoughts on Larry the Deuce’s What Am I?

Because I’m the greatest procrastinator i know.

The grandest and craziest ideas just seem to pass me by.

Collected in a dusty shelf I call my memory.

Because I’m the worst writer i have ever known.

(Wait, AM I  WRITER? I don’t seem to have written much)

I start. I stop. I paraphrase.

And i edit. Edit. Erase.

But because I want to give God glory, just like Larry.

I will continue to start. Paraphrase. Edit and erase.

But this time, I won’t stop.

Until I become the writer, that i want and am made to be.

(This post came about after being inspired by Larry’s blog What Am I? during a period of doubt and fear of actually chasing my dream of becoming a writer. I’m still chasing it. But at least, I am doing something now. And that something is guess what? ACTUALLY WRITING)