An Impromptu 2nd Anniversary Post

The blog is now a fully-fledged toddler. Yes, you read that right. This slice of insight into my personality has been going strong for two years. But what does that mean? How does one even “go strong” in the first place? Does the blog have muscles? Can it bench-press a couple hundred pounds? I’m afraid these daring and provocative questions won’t be answered.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have known if WordPress hadn’t reminded me! If you asked me to remember a date that isn’t a holiday or a small subset of birthdays, you’d be in for a rude surprise. I’m not sure how one celebrates an occasion like this. Is there cake involved? Should I buy candles? Are these rhetorical and cheesy questions annoying? My guess: yes, they are.

What do I think of this second anniversary? I’m ecstatic. The fact that I haven’t quit the whole thing is a testament to its relative success. No, I’m not making money off of it. But knowing that others have found it either entertaining or enlightening prods me with joy. Whether you’re reading this because you like my novels (please tell your friends), my takes on media (don’t treat them as infallible), or love hearing from me about my faith and what I’ve learned from Scripture, I’m glad to be a small part of your life.

It’s said that once you open Pandora’s Box, you can never go back to the way things were. Whether that’s a fictional company engineering dinosaurs or a man using his free time to operate a blog, I believe it. This site has been a significant portion of my existence for two years. No matter where this goes, I can’t walk back what I’ve created.

You may be looking for news on Book 3 aka The Sons of Darkness. Congratulations! You’ve got yourself caught. Now what’s the next step of your master plan?

All right. You can put down your Bane masks. I’m glad you asked. You’ll be pleased to know that there has been, in my opinion, significant progress. I have untangled the abominable knot which held the story in place and led to my simultaneous creative burnout and writer’s block. I have written over a dozen pages of new content which is better than I’d hoped coming off my lengthy paralysis.

I don’t have a sneak preview. This hurts you, I know, but it can’t be helped. Until I’m certain that the course I’ve taken with the story is the right one, you shall not collect $200 – I mean, read another snapshot of what’s been written.

It’ll be Monday when this is posted, but I’m writing this as the sun drifts beneath the clouds on a cooling Sunday. Surveying God’s wonderful creation these past months has served as a kind of antidote to a poison circulating in my system. It’s a thrill when I look out over the grass, see past the pines, and hear His wondrous nature. The environment is not God, but it has been wonderfully made by Him in His good pleasure. Don’t take it for granted. Get out of the house when you can.

I thank the Lord Jesus Christ that I have not been left to simmer in the heat. He has washed me with His blood and adorned me with His righteousness. I am a sinner who, by His grace, can be recognized as a saint, as all in Christ come to be. That seeming paradox is a comfort all its own. Where I am not faithful, He is. Where I am broken, He makes me whole. Where I am fallen, He redeems my soul.

Let this be a quiet celebration. No fancy sales. No statistics. Only a whisper in the dark.

Thank you for reading. God bless and peace be with you.