Am I “righting” the “write” book?

by P. Braithwaite

Almost a year ago to the day, I started this blog because an agent told me I needed a platform to sell my book.

I was fully committed to this theory that how a man sees god will help inform us about his romantic relationships. I still believe that. I still feel fascinated by that.

But lately I feel that there’s something else I should be writing.

When I was working I my thesis, I actually slashed 90 pages so that I could write the book that really wanted to come out, and boy was that an arduous process. Writing a book-length project is like giving birth (I imagine). It feels like there’s a living thing inside of you that you have to literally push out. You try Deep breathing, you type one word at a time, but the labor pains persist.

And then, when you’re done, you have this thing — this amazing tangible evidence that you exist in the world.

So here I am, almost 3 years pregnant with this book, and I’m suddenly not sure that it’s truly the book I’m called to write. It begs the aged old question: how do you know when to let go?

I’m asking the universe to give me a sign. Perhaps Tim Tebow can jump out of a cake and miraculously become available for a God interview with me. Or maybe it will be something more subtle, but I do know that there’s a work inside of me. I also know that this blog is an important part of uncovering the book inside.

I’ll just keep breathing and pushing out these words. Clarity will come. It always does…

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