Story is what it is.
Illuminating. Astoundingly. It even has its own Header like Football is played as Chess. With the brain. I understand that simile could have read vague.
You know that type of depth, which began this piece, amounts to the modern philosophical-speak for the je ne sais quoi. This is French for the, “I don’t know.” However, in this very case, it is what it is that I do!
To write more plain Vanilla, Story aims to be a pseudo-blog recounting and accounting the hoped-for narrative, where the outsider Kiwi-domiciled-Christian meets a Big Apple Publisher, and they pump-out-books for unicorn days. Reads like a best seller I never want to read. We can both wish.
I don’t consider this site will have the frequency of the BLOVG, which is the meat and potatoes punching bag for daily intersection of RELOVUTIONARY engagement. Story is more particular. It has specificity of content with intent.
And on that note, strike a pose… and SUBSCRIBE to make it easy on yourself, of course.
My over is out.
For the Fame of His Name