I'm Pregnant, Kind of.
Last night, I took a small step into a new world. I wrote the first two pages of a book I've been thinking about/planning/outlining for a long time. And, I have to say, I'm pretty darn happy with how it went.
This thing has been in my head for so long that it is kind of strange to see it emerge. I feel a little like I'm watching the birth of a Hawaiian island. The volcano has been erupting for a long time under the surface of the ocean. Sometimes I can see the steam coming up. But now, for the first time, I can see a tiny sign of land.
Just writing this, I feel a little like a woman who has just discovered she is pregnant. On the one hand, she wants to keep it to herself. What if she isn't really pregnant? What if she miscarries? She doesn't want to build up expectations--her own and others--and then have nothing to show for it.
On the other hand, she is excited, happy, nervous, and afraid. She wants others to share in her joy and expectation, and to pray for her.
Both times my wife was pregnant, we let everyone know immediately. People said we shouldn't, and we understood their concerns. But, for us, it was the right thing to do.
So, here I go again. I don't know how long this will take. I'm not even confident I'm going to bring this to term. But, I want to let you know I have finally begun work on something I feel really good about.