Carlos and I saw the movie The Walk last night about Philippe Petit, a French high-wire artist. After seeing a picture of the Twin Towers in New York while he was still living in France, he decided that he wanted to stretch a high-wire between the two towers and walk across it. It was his goal. And though it took 6 years to plan, he successfully accomplished his goal before his 25th birthday.
When we left the movie, we started talking about our goals. Though I hadn’t verbalized it until about a month ago, my goal for the past 2 years has been to write a book. I didn’t wake up one day and think, “I was born to be a writer! Must write a book!” Instead, it has happened gradually-through writing faithfully in a journal since I was 10, through reading books and books and books, through starting this blog. If you ask me what I love, my answer always includes reading and writing.
Perhaps the most important reason why I want to write a book is because of my story. I’ve realized that my story is somewhat unique and because of that, it might be something people like to read about. Even if it weren’t, even I had an “average” or “boring” story, it would still be valuable. Because God is the author of my story, and I can see him in it everywhere. He makes it valuable and worth sharing with others.
So, back to my goal: writing a book. I have an outline, and my current word count is 6,834. It’s not much, but it’s 14, Verdana 12-pt., single spaced pages. Maybe, like Philippe Petit, it will take me 6 years to write my book. Or it might take my whole life. I have no idea how to find, much less pay for, a literary agent. My grammar isn’t perfect. I also doubt whether any publishing company would agree that people would like what I have to say. Yet, despite the uncertainties, I am certain that at the very least, this will be an adventure. And I love adventures.