Hear that? Listen real hard. Go ahead, cup your hand up next to your ear and lean forward a bit. It's a low rumble, gaining strength minute by minute, a drum roll that will soon swell into magnificent proportion. But it's not quite time for the big cymbal crash quite yet. Something spectacular is coming. Something you won't want to miss. So stay tuned . . . you never know when I'll post The Big Reveal.
In the mean time, however, you can watch this happy dancing fellow.
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?