Literary

Lunatic:



So I have this problem some times where my body just wants to shut down, but my brain has a million things flying through it at one time. The other night was like that.

I was laying in bed and for some reason, I just started to think about the idea of waiting on God and how much of my life I have both waited and not waited for answers from Him and just how they turned out.

So I decided to get up and type out my thoughts....

Three hours and 7 pages later, I has the introduction and the first chapter and a half finished.

So I am apparently a writer now. You don't say. I've only been writing in this thing for almost 3 years. Well, who knows where it will go or if it will go any where. But for now, I am closing in on my tenth page of notes on what for now is being affectionately called:

"Tales From the Waiting Room: