by MW Cook
Sixty-five drafts are in my queue. They’re diverse. Not really posts, but post-like ideas. Everyone once in a while I’ll browse them, try to turn one into something worth showing. Usually I end up adding another draft to the pile. There were sixty-two in queue yesterday.
One is about a flashing ambulance and the two paramedics I saw walk calmly out. It sets up some cool images, but doesn’t land anywhere. Another starts into neat ideas on incarnational ministry, then fails to crystallize. There’s a list I started: Top Ten Signs you Grew up Brethren; I only have three items. And a Happy First Birthday post for my son who’ll be four next month. I bet there’s twenty thousand words of drafts here.
Oh jeez, look at that. Most of these are from when I put two spaces after a period. No wonder I can’t do anything with them.
Please finish the Top 10 list about growing up brethren… I await that one with baited breath :) I hope you are well my dear Mattycakes.
One day! I may have to wander into a Bible Chapel to refresh my aging memories…