Monday, February 17, 2014

His Brain Wanted to Have

Have you ever had one of those glitch in the matrix moments? You know, when something feels off. Well, I had one of those unsettling moments yesterday whilst watching the Olympics. (Haha...whilst...look how quaint I am!) anyway, I was sitting on the sofa watching ice dancing (which, by the way, is totally awesome), and the camera panned across the crowd. All of a sudden, a photographer came into view, and he was pointing his camera directly at me. For that split second, I was totally unnerved. At that exact moment, I felt myself flinch a bit, and I thought to myself, "Don't take a picture of me!" Once the moment passed, I laughed at myself for few seconds until the same thing happened a second time. It felt like I was looking through a window and that the cameraman was invading my privacy. I lost touch with reality twice in a matter of 30 seconds. OR! I saw the truth behind my perceived reality and I only needed to embrace that moment in order to remove the veil of my existence.....................nah...

On another note, I've been told by a number of people now that I am a very good writer. I don't feel that my writing is spectacular by any means. In fact, I would much rather read another person's writings than my own because I like to experience the deeper thinking and more elaborate descriptions that they put together. There is something so much more refined in the way other people can express themselves that I haven't been able to see in my own writing. My writing seems simple. After a discussion with my momma, I came to the conclusion that perhaps this is not as bad as it first appears. Sure, I don't have a philosopher's tongue. No, I can't always piece words together so eloquently that readers can watch them dance (that was a quick attempt though). Instead, my writing is simple and honest. I try to provide a laugh or two when I can manage to think of something funny, and I just write as if I were talking (except my words don't work so well when I'm talking, so telling stories is much easier this way). All this rambling was a lead in to tell you that my aunt even suggested that I write a book. WELL LET ME TELL YOU! As a matter of fact, I actually did start writing a book years ago, and until recently, I had totally forgotten about it. I can't remember how old I was when I wrote this, but the last time it was saved on my computer I was 13. My working masterpiece takes shape as a children's book about a Native American boy named Ducky. I would like to share it with you all now. tehe! 

Ducky Does It

Ducky was an Indian who was afraid of water. He was very short and couldn’t swim. He lived right next to a river. Ducky was only six years old, and he never went near the river because the water was cold and deep.

A whole year passed without Ducky going near the river. He was seven now and braver. He thought to himself, “I need to stand up to my fear.” So he went down to the river and sat down. After awhile he started to relax. He stood up and walked into the water. “This isn’t so bad,” he thought. Then he tripped over a rock and fell in. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran as fast he could back home.

It was already late in the evening, so Ducky went straight to bed. That night he had a terrifying nightmare. The nightmare was about him falling into the river, trying and trying to swim out, but he just couldn’t.

       That morning he woke up frightened into a cold sweat. The sun was up and as bright as ever. It was a warm day. He went back down to the river. He put his toe into the water, and said to himself,” The water is warm today.” Ducky walked into the water. His brain wanted to have 


And that's where I stopped! What a line! "His brain wanted to have..." So many potential things that his brain could have that I couldn't even finish my thought. Silly Andrew... 

Anywho, I think it would be really cool to write a book. I don't know what I would write about, but the challenge that it presents for me is incredibly appealing. One thing is for sure though, I won't be writing a book about a boy named Ducky. 

(Also, I went bowling and scored a 147. Ignore this final thought if you're better than me, and everyone else....Look at that number and be amazed!)


  1. Keep writing Andrew. This is good stuff. I started a blog (with a suspiciously similar background!) in 2007-and it's great to look back and see how far God's taken me, as you will particularly with your time overseas.

    Kurt Garner

  2. Hurray writing! Man if it's something you have a passion for, do it. Regardless of who says what or whatever. It's between you and God you know? :)

    Love reading your blog and I'm happy to see you're doing well sir! Keep writing this too haha I lapse and don't write as much in my blog but you seem to keep much better track of yours!

    ~Michael Roach