When I first started reading blogs I was voraciously devouring anything political. By the time I was at the height of my reading-only phase I was up to about 45 blogs a day, all politics. Then of course I started writing this blog of my own and it too was plenty political.
I made the choice a few years ago to just stop paying attention to politics. No political blogs. No news watching. No involvement in the Theatre Of The Absurd that politics has become. I sleep better, eat better and have much lower blood pressure. I also realised that it is entirely possible–if you are a selective reader–to still pay attention to Government without the slightest focus on Politics. You can watch the progress of legislation that you’ve evaluated and communicate with your representatives about that legislation. You can educate yourself about the platforms of candidates before an election and the general performance of elected officials when deciding if they merit your continued vote. All without losing yourself in arguments about the ephemeral entertainment along the fringes, the stuff the news outlets deem newsworthy solely because it is emotionally compelling.
But I miss having something to blog about every day that gets comments and causes people to have a visceral reaction. Now that I write that sentence I realise that I like when my writing provokes. It’s good for ME and MY EGO. But is it good for everyone? Am I pleasing my ego at the expense of other people’s blood pressure, and is that fair?
I’m asking myself these questions now as I labour on what I honestly believe is the best thing I’ve ever written. This book is a reworking of themes that have appeared in earlier versions in other books of mine that are unfinished. It’s as though they were all practice sculptures with one of them being work on noses, the other on chins and another on ears. Now this book is the whole bust as it were. And I know that it is DEFINITELY not a Christian book. At no point will these characters turn to the reader and give the standard Jesus Saves piece. But I am a Christian and God is central to my existence, central to my thought. So God moves through the story like the wind moving through the trees. You see God because you see how characters react and behave. I’m a Christian writer who is writing what I hope to be a good book that examines how humans relate to those elements of God that are necessary to them–creativity, healing, true hope–regardless of how they relate to God at all. But you’d only know it if you read my blog. If you read the book you just read a story about mermaids and medicine and romance.
I just read something where another Christian was pretty much saying that Christians should only write Christian fiction because they should ABC–Always Be Converting (my shorthand, not hers.) But then it seems that those types of books are sort of like political blogging. Are they really for God, to show God’s best side to the world or are they for the writer? Are they really just a chance for the writer to massage his or her ego and to say privately “I am The Hand Of God!!!” ?