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Jeff Goins is a writer. Last year, I hated him, but for some reason he still said to me: “You Are A Writer.”

Thanks, Jeff! Appreciate that!

I kid. That last link actually points to Amazon, where you can buy Jeff’s newest eBook, You Are A Writer. And the truth is, he isn’t just saying it to me, but to everybody who loves the sight, sound, taste, and smell of words. They way they flow across the page, flying from our flexed fingertips.

If that’s you–if you can’t imagine not writing–then you are a writer. Yes, a passing knowledge of grammar helps, but there is no special schooling required.

Because, you see, the secret to being a writer is that you are when you say you are. You don’t to wait to be recognized (though the affirmations sure don’t hurt).

If you are a writer, if you’ve always wanted to call yourself one, but were too afraid to make that declaration, then Jeff’s book is for you.

In fact, one lucky you will win a complete set of all the digital editions of You Are A Writer. Here’s what you could win:

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All you have to do is comment below for one chance to win.

But wait! Just like Ginsu knives, there’s more:

On Sunday, I wrote of my dad, and how I’m trying to grow beyond the lessons of my childhood. To that end, I entered the lottery to attend a Wild At Heart boot camp this August. I was selected. For a number of reasons, I don’t have the funds to go. Chief of these is that mine is my family’s only income. So there isn’t $475 in the budget, and no I won’t just charge it. And that’s just the bare minimum to pay for the retreat–there’s still getting there.

If you’d like another chance at winning copies of all of the digital editions of Jeff’s book, please PayPal a gift towards my retreat expenses to: gandalf239 [at] gmail [dot] com. Do that, and your name gets entered again. Simple, right?

Listen, if you can’t afford to give, we’re cool, ok? Just pray. I need your prayer support just as much (more, I need it more) as I need financial support in this area.

And listen: those of you who’ve been here awhile, and those that are new, I promise this isn’t going to turn into the “TBN” of blogs. I write because I love to do it, and I hope it’s a blessing to you. I’m only asking for your help this way because I felt like I was supposed to. We will return to our regularly scheduled programming of sense, nonsense, and deep thoughts about life, the universe, and everything very soon.

In the meantime, kick back, relax, and thanks for flying “Random Air.”

Are you a writer? Share in the comments below:

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I know there has been a dearth of “teh funnay” around these parts lately, but what can I say? I’ve got to follow my heart. And following my heart is precisely what led me to yesterday’s post, My One Word.

As I was writing it, it didn’t seem particularly difficult, but afterwards I was tired. In fact, other than tweets, comments on other blogs, and replies here, I didn’t write anything. I haven’t taken a “day off” like that since October. But it felt right. I suppose I needed time to ponder both what I’d written, and the replies that were coming in.

I have to say that I was shocked by some of the comments, the ones that called me “brave”–because I’ve never felt brave a day in my life. In fact quite the opposite. It’s funny now, and she can have a room in stitches, but my wife can still readily recall the consternation I caused her by hiding–little boy-like–when she would return things at the store. But last night she said something that left me equally dumbfounded: she said there was a new confidence in me, a willingness to try, that she hadn’t seen since… ever. All I can say is, like the denizens of Narnia, “Aslan is on the move.” The real Aslan, the one we call Jesus in this world. He has done, and is continuing to do, remarkable things in my heart. And if He can do these things for someone as messed up as me, He can do them for you, too.

As a side note, there were a lot of tipping points for me in the past year, most brought about by reading some incredible books (and many wonderful blogs as well):

A Million Miles In A Thousand Years by Donald Miller

Mad Church Disease & Permission To Speak Freely by Anne Jackson

Outlive Your Life by Max Lucado

If I learned anything at all from those books, it was simply this:
The question is not why, but why not? And asking that question has led me to place where, though I’m still at times afraid, I can simply “ASK.”

In the end, if bravery is doing what needs done (despite the fear), then I guess I am brave. Why not embrace the mantle of that word as it settles on my shoulders? Why not? That goes for you, too: why not?