I am pregnant

Shocking title, huh? Well, since you haven't heard of me slitting my wrists, you can safely assume this is a theoretical pregnancy rather than an actual pregnancy.

As a sidebar, I have about six blogs circulating in my head right now. Unfortunately, I do not have time to write them all (unless this insomnia continues [another blog topic]), but I am hoping to post a blog about the trip to Greece, so don't think that I've forgotten that.

This pregnancy actually occurred in Greece where I was taking a class on Global Apologetics. At the beginning of a class, the prof randomly started talking about writing his first book, and he used the phrase "being pregnant" with the book. He described this process for at least fifteen minutes, and I was hanging on his every word. One of the most memorable things he said was, "It didn't matter how many books I sold; all that mattered was that the book was born because I knew in my being that it had to be born or a part of me would die." He then went on to say, " 'Writing your first manuscript' is not the topic for today's class, but I just felt compelled to share that story with you because someone in here is pregnant with a book." Oh, professor, that 'someone' is me.

Anyone who has known me for more than twenty-four hours knows that I love to write. I write verses, I write devotionals, I obviously write a lot of legal briefs and legal articles.

This blog was born out of my desire to write about this adventure called law school. But there is more inside of me than an occasional blog post. Even as the prof was talking about "being pregnant" with his first book, I could name no less than three books that I have inside me that I would love to--and need to--write. And, like the prof, whether I sale a single copy is not as important as birthing the book--saying what needs to be said.

Last night I listened to Rick Warren talk about the seven months he spent writing The Purpose Driven Life. His daily routine for seven months was to wake up every morning at 4:30, be writing by 5:00 a.m., stop one hour for lunch, and write until 5:00 p.m.; and he did this every day for seven months. He said he didn't know that he was writing a book that would become the best selling hardback book of all time worldwide (the only book in history that has outsold Rick Warren's book is the Bible), but he did know that he was writing something special. He said there were many days he would be writing while the tears flowed down his face, and all he was was the conduit for the book that had to be born. He explicity said he knew this wasn't his creation, but that something divine had impregnated him with this book.

The third year of law school is not conducive to being pregnant--literally or theorectically. And then there's the bar exam, and the job search, and the list goes on. But, amongst all the ohter things that I know I must do now--now that my head is clear--I know that I must birth this book--these books--or a part of me will die. It may be a year or it may be a decade before these books are born; but they are kicking inside me, and I am excited about this pregnancy.