Writing

As a young child I began to write stories. My first, at 5, was about a fox getting into a hen house. My teacher didn't believe I wrote it as an older sibling must have done it. My mother had to persuade her that I didn't have an older sibling. My first efforts were with pen or pencil. Eventually my mother gave me an old Royal brand manual typewriter which I used until I could no longer get ribbons. I resisted computers for years (I am a caveman with technology.) but finally gave in. My first serious novel was written in the mid 70's in a genre I still favor. I refer to it as plausible fantasy, something which could have happened but didn't. Over time I created a whole world with about 4 thousand pages of material. Along the way I received virtually no encouragement or receptivity. Any number of people said they would like to read something I wrote. To date only 3 people, two deceased, have read a complete novel of mine of which I have written 5 and,a short story. Perhaps the best is an evangelistic novel where I share the gospel of Jesus Christ through the characters in the story, itself a blend of plausible fantasy and modernity. The dilemma is whether it is within the will of God for me to write for my own enjoyment alone with all the time and energy involved something that no one else will ever read.