What can I say, the guy writes a good thriller. So he doesn't like the Pope. What am we supposed to do, flog the guy?

I have been working on an awesome new idea for a book for about two weeks now. (It doesn't have a title yet... I've just been calling it Mambo Number Five because it's my fifth novel. Aaaaand that little tidbit right there seems to me to be more revealing than any Rorschach test could ever be. OH NO, MY SOUL IS BARE TO YOU.) I've written 10,000 words so far without even noticing. For my non-writing friends, that never ever happens. Usually, every word after the first scene has a little bit of drudgery about it, sometimes more, sometimes less. Never is it so fun and painless than you don't even notice that you've written 10,000 words. Never. On top of that, the idea is very promising. It has everything I could ever want out of a book--romance, nerdy main characters, epic-osity, and a coup in the very near future.

I didn't think much of it until now, but perhaps this is the way God is blessing my life via the youth gathering. If I was going to a camp, I'd be focusing whatever that camp was about--tae kwon do, writing, the beach, whatever. Instead, I'm thinking about religion a lot. Did I mention the main character of Mambo Number Five is a theologian?

Some would say it's silly or trivial to attribute literary inspiration to God, and others would say it's ridiculous because bad people get good ideas, too, just look at Dan Brown (who I actually kinda like, sorry, Pastor Craig). I say, the rain falls on the Jews and the Gentiles alike.

Thank heavens for that, or America would be suffering a very severe drought right about ow.

Never mind. The point is, I was totally wrong in my last post. Strike it from the record. God is awesome after all.