I’m not writing this to fish for compliments. I’m really wondering. The nice thing about a blog is that you can ask introspective questions like this without people thinking they have to come up with an answer.
Of course, this isn’t to say I doubt that I am qualified, somehow. I seem to just fit in the position. That said, I really have to wonder why it fits me – or more accurately, why I fit it.
I got some very shocking news recently regarding my business. While I have no need to share details, mainly out of respect and care for those involved, suffice it to say that I was shaken to the core. For a moment, my greatest fears about my start-up were realized: This might not happen.
Then, by God’s providence, I was listening to a Newsboys song for a VeggieTales special, “The League of Incredible Vegetables.” I played it for Mom to share it with her, and she was reminded of the fate of Big Idea. She found an article written by Phil Vischer, and a statement he made triggered something in me: “I realized my good works had become an idol that defined me.”
Had MousePaw Games become an idol to me?
Ask anyone who knows me really well, and they’ll tell you that I’ve never been much of a gamer. Carmen Sandiego and The Cluefinders is about as far as I would go. That said, I’ve won almost every game in those two series. Any Cluefinders game would take me one afternoon to finish.
However, if the game had no educational value, I had no time for it. Games without an educational purpose were a waste of time, in my opinion.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Good grief, I don’t update this blog nearly enough. However, today I got an urge to post something. That’s what comes from reading “Letters of E.B. White”, I suppose. Anytime I read something by a master writer, I get a bit poetic. Or in layman’s terms, verbose.
It did occur to me recently that, as far as I know, no one actually reads this blog often. Therefore, if I have somehow overlooked you, please comment and let me know. I get plenty of comments, but rarely one with any intelligence. Blog spammers discovered my blog some time ago, and seem to take a good bit of pleasure in inundating my little corner of the web with stupidity. I have a special plugin that automatically marks all of them, but I still like reading through the spam list for laughs. It amazes me that they really think that by giving me vague, idle praise, I’d actually click on the fishy link under their name. It amazes me even more that people are dumb enough to do exactly that, thus why the strategy hasn’t worn out yet.
I’m sitting in front of my computer, bleary eyed, early Christmas morning.
“Looking at Christmas cards?” you ask?
“Watching Christmas videos?”
“Reading those Christmas e-mails that double as short novels?”
Actually, I didn’t mention what TIME of Christmas morning it is – 1:23 AM. Ye-ah, I’m waiting for my annual Christmas present to the entire family to upload to the server. 31 large .mp3 files, and it just started.
Someone dunk me in eggnog, PLEASE!