I have had many ideas for novels. Before being called to ministry, I was going to be a writer. Now that I am called to the ministry, I still want to be a writer (“Author” sounds more sophisticated a term, but I will stick with “Writer” until I achieve a higher title.). Yet, I still haven’t finished a novel. So I am going to participate in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) this year and get this bad boy on paper. I’m hoping that through this, I will become more disciplined, and I can already feel a taste of good things in the future. Pray for me?
Here is an excerpt from my planning, which may or may not be in the actual finished work. Let me know what you think!
Renne sat down on the bench and looked at the building it was facing; no doubt the pride of its architect with limestone columns, gold detail, modern glass panes, and ancient marble trim. Odd, he thought, that society evolved to have every facet of life judged by an art critic. No longer was white paint on wooden planks acceptable for a fence. There needs to be iron and patterns and complementary geometry. Nature, even, was twisted into man’s art form rather than God’s. Flowers placed ever so delicately in positions A, C, and Q give off a more pleasant atmosphere than any pattern wild growth could offer. Men live to be judged in an age where vogue vernacular shouts, “Judge not lest ye be judged!” from the tops of these limestone pillars.
Why had his father judged his paint stroke so harshly?
Alaric sat down on the bench and looked at the building it was facing; no doubt the pride of its architect with limestone columns, gold detail, modern glass panes, and ancient marble trim. Everything was structured exactly as it needed to be for the building to stay standing. There was a need for order. Why, he wondered, did people feel the need to disturb order? There was no sense in that. Were one of the columns removed, the building had greater opportunity to collapse.
Why had his son collapsed the building?