It’s the last Friday of
the month, which makes it time to review the goals I made a little over a year
and a half ago with the Five Year Project (thanks Misha Gericke for putting this on), but
it’s also the last Friday of the year, which makes it a good time to review
things in general.
My goal initially was
to have The Newstead Project to be the next great American novel, but somewhere
along the line (about 6 months), that didn’t seem to fit anymore. My goals weren’t
just about my writing, my books. It needed to be about
something bigger. So it became bigger—so big it was almost ridiculous—to have a
World-Class Publishing Company. Even as I type this I feel the arrogance of it,
and I know it must sound that way, but really it isn’t.
It can only be
arrogant if it’s about me, and it’s never been that.
Now, about a year and
a half into this whole goal thing, a year with this ridiculous goal, I’m
looking at how it’s going. On the surface I’m nowhere near there. True, Black
and White has now published other authors besides myself, but none of those
stories/books are at the top of any lists—can’t that be said of any other
middle-of-the-road publishing house? True, we have a team now: A Musical
Director, Marketing, Illustrator, new Authors…but how does that separate Black
and White from anyone else?
There is one thing,
though—a dream, a spark, an idea that God whispered into my soul six years ago.
More than a dream, it was a question, and that question was why. Why are things
done the way they are? Why can’t books
be set to music? Why do they have to be certain lengths for certain genres?
Better yet, why does there have to be genres at all?
Why.
A year ago, an idea,
a gift, was given to me. That idea was Ubooks, a patent-pending book format
where reading material is placed on video feed, so the words come on the
screens of devices at reading pace, words finally set to music at just the
moment they needed to be set. Now that idea has become a reality, a living, breathing
thing that I am so proud of that every time I think of it I’m overwhelmed with gratitude
to the point I can hardly breathe.
Because, this, too,
is not about me.
Those closest to me
know how inept I am in all things technology based. They are my witnesses.
There is no human way I could have invented something so groundbreaking. God
gave this to me, and only He knows the reasons why. I can only keep on being so
grateful it hurts to breathe.
So here I am, at the
end of the year, at the end of a year into this Five Year Goal, and while on
the surface it looks arrogant, and impossible, I end with this:
1. It’s not about me.
2. Nothing is
impossible with God.
