God is an Author

God is obviously an author with some kickass world-building skills. There, I said it.

Whether God is male or female, it doesn’t matter. Do you care if the author of the book you’re curled up with is a he or a she or even a he/she? No. You’re so invested in the world you’re reading that the author could be an alien from the planet Mars as long as the storyline is engrossing, the characters are well developed, and the world is stupendous.

God wrote the Bible, right? Or, He hand-selected other authors to do it for Him. Whatever. Maybe His hands were just too massive to hold whatever writing utensil they used a gazillion years ago, and writing on what would be akin to a sheet of toilet paper with all the power He has would equate to creating a pile of confetti to be thrown at Jesus’ birthday party. Either way, the King James version of the Bible is made up of 66 books! That’s right, 66. And as they are all tied together, that makes for one hell of a series. Dontcha’ think?

By the way, who was this King James? I’ve never known the answer to that, but I digress.

Now, consider this . . . As authors, the worlds we build are very real to us. Maybe God was just so exceptional at it that His literally came to life. Wow. Let’s allow that thought to marinate for a bit, shall we? What if? What if we were so adept at world building that our worlds literally came to life? What if somewhere far, far, far, far, faarrrr away . . . our characters really do exist? I’m feeling a little all-powerful right now, are you? I. Am. A. GODDESS. Yes, I said that out loud – in the bathroom where there’s really good acoustics – and it sounded freakin’ awesome!

Another thing I enjoy about God’s writing is that it makes you think. There are so many interpretations of the Bible’s meaning that it’s impossible to put a number on it. And perception is reality, right? Yet another thing that lends to our author God’s ability to make His words come to life. This makes sense to me, and I’ll remind you that several times in the past I’ve been very forthright with telling you that I believe there’s a fine line between brilliance and insanity and that authors walk it on a daily basis, so you can think I’m crazy if you want – maybe I have teetered over the edge. But MY perception is MY reality, and I perceive that God wants ME to draw my own conclusions as to the meaning of the Bible, the meaning of life, and what it means for my eternal soul. I condemn no one for their beliefs, and I expect no condemnation in return. I say this because in my own writing, I question some theories – hidden or not – and I invite you to think about those theories as I have done. Am I saying I’m right in my theories? No, I’ve certainly taken some creative liberties with them. But, if I made you think and kept you entertained for those however many pages, then I’ve done my job.

In closing, when the day comes that I go to meet my Maker, the author God, you can be sure of two things. First, while I’m standing at those gates of pearl, I’ll be holding tightly to my Bible, and the first thing I’m going to ask God when I meet Him is if He will autograph it. Second, I’m going to be bold enough to ask if He’s a plotter or a pantser. After all, it’s one of the first things authors ask each other when we meet.

FLYAS!

~clp~

*Disclaimer: C.L. Parker does not really believe she’s in the same league as God, although the goddess thing really did have an outstanding ring to it, and she certainly does not intend any form of blasphemy by this post. It is purely for entertainment . . . and to make you think. She likes to do that.*