Its taken two years, but then when has something worth doing ever been instant. A few minutes ago I shut a small black paperback and turned to the people around me saying: "its finished". 100 books (for 2005), is done!
I've read such a variety of stuff- a little more fiction than non. I have a stack of books that reaches to my head (maybe pictures to follow). I have laughed. I have cried. I have lamented that I can't write as well as some. I have lamented that I can write better than others. I have enjoyed, I have cherished, I have rushed, I have dithered.
I've fallen more in love with this genre of communication. I want to write- because if I can even give half a moment of pleasure to a reader, then I have done something beautiful for God.
Now my new challenge. To live out of the challenges given by 100 books!
Bless you all