Sunday, September 19, 2010

On the other hand...

I read a lot of books on writing, hoping it will help me not only to be a better writer, but to convince myself that I'm not doing it wrong. We writers all have our reasons for not writing, whether they're valid or not is up to each of us to decide. The book I fished today (and by finished, I don't mean I read the whole thing--I'm just DONE with it) is called Write: 10 Days to End Writer's Block or something like that.

I remember buying it thinking "wow--10 days and I'll have something worth writing". Well, I've learned a lesson all right. Nothing happened after 10 days and nothing will. The whole premise of this book was that in order to free yourself and get over the blank page--for whatever reason--was to...get ready. This is gonna be good.

Write with your other hand.


Yep--put the pen in my LEFT hand and give it a try! Um, that's stupid.

It was full of these questions, written exactly the same way twice, where you answer it once with your dominant hand and once with your non dominant hand. To say I was skeptical was an understatement, but I figured, what the heck, and gave it a try.

Dominant Hand: What's your biggest reason for not writing right now? I have two small children who demand most of my attention.

Non dominant Hand: What's your biggest reason for not writing right now? I have two small children who demand most of my attention.

Uh, yeah--that's the same exact answer no matter what hand I used. Of course, the author got different reasons using different hands. I'm sorry, that's crap. About halfway through the book I realized I wasn't getting anywhere with this and decided that the best use for this book was to fill my recycle bin. So, that's where it is. I even threw it in twice--once with each hand. It landed in there both times.

Friday, September 17, 2010


I've been reading a lot of Bible study type books--it's like hearing a Sunday sermon except longer. And when it gets boring I can skip ahead. Today, I was reading When God Whispers Your Name by Max Lucado. He was talking about Moses being called out by God after he'd killed an Egyptian who was beating a slave and ran off to the dessert, and how Jesus was sort of an ordinary guy when he performed miracles. Those two things don't seem to go together much when I put it like that...except for one thing.

It got me thinking about miracles.

Max was talking about how any one of us could have been written about in the Bible. Some of the stuff people said about Jesus could have just as easily been said about us. Some of the stuff Jesus did (going to a wedding, working as a handyman) could be replaced easily by the things we do. Sure. I get it. But those miracles were stop you in your tracks miracles. People knew they were witnessing something of God. I don't think I can say that of the miracles in my life.

Sure, we all have them--the birth of children, amazing sunsets, miracle healings. But those miracles aren't very...miraculous. They sort of happen every day. The sun floods my car and blinds me on my way to work EVERY DAY. Sure, it's pretty amazing how one minute, a baby is inside of a pregnant woman and then, pop! It's out and she's a mother. Wow! But ask my sister-in-law, the midwife how many babies she delivers in a day? I'll bet it's more than one.

Wouldn't you love to see a miracle? A sight that makes you get down on your knees because you KNOW you're face to face with God? I sure would. Not that sunsets and babies aren't great--they are. I love my girls. And without the miracle in a sunset, I woudn't have my husband. But I want to see the bush on fire! I want God to split the ocean down the middle, take me by the hand and say "let's go for a stroll"! Turn my morning coffee into wine (OK, leave my coffee--maybe my Diet Coke). Fill my bread box with just two pieces and feed me for months on food that falls from the sky! Wow! Now, those were miracles!

The every day miracles are amazing when you think about what's behind them. But I want to see something that will dare me NOT to believe it. I want God to show me what He can do.

Saturday, September 04, 2010

The Korean Bathroom

There wasn't much I hated about Korea (no Venti Starbucks was high on the list) but one thing I did was the bathroom. Part of it was that I just didn't understand. But the larger part was that it was just...annoying.

First, imagine your shower. It might have a curtain or a door, but it's enclosed in some way. Now, add your toilet, sink, towell rack--everything else in the bahroom. That's right, put it IN the shower. Now, take away that enclosure. Poof! You have a Korean bathroom. Why? Why not close it in? Why not give it it's own floor so that you're not walking around in the bathroom in the evening when everything is still wet from your morning shower.

Like any other Asian country that I know of, shoes aren't worn indoors. There's always a ledge or something to keep your shoes on when you walk inside (even in resturants!). In the bathroom, however, you're expected to wear shoes. Why? Because the floor is wet! You bring your flip flops or use those provided by the hotel--whichever you prefer.

There are no floor mats--why have those? They'd just get wet. We had to hang our towells outside of the bathroom, thus leaving the nice, warm, steamy bathroom to get dry. Logic seems to have escaped this culture when it comes to the design of bathrooms. For whatever reason, they see no problem with this. We were told that when Koreans visit the U.S., they don't even think to close the shower curtain, not giving it much thought. Of course, the entire hotel bathroom gets soaked. I wonder what hotel cleaning staff think when they enter a room and see the entire bathroom soaked.