Thank somebody for something. [tm]
Dear God (if you're there; Heaven if you're not),
We haven't exactly had a lot of opportunity to talk, have we? I mean, the first time I got a headache followed by dreams of character back story - that was when, 03? 04? And I've never actually heard from You. There's a lot of things I'd like to ask You ('why me?' for starters), but that can wait. I have something to say.
Thank You.
I bet You weren't expecting that, huh? Well, You probably were, but that's not the point. The point is - who would expect me to be grateful? I used to write short stories for a scifi magazine, before Supernatural. It didn't pay great, but I got by. Once I started having visions, life as I knew it fell apart. The drinking destroyed my social life, the books isolated me from my family. The only people who wanted to talk to me were my publisher and my fans. But I was still making a living. Writers can be hermits, so it kind of worked.
And then my publisher went bankrupt, and Supernatural wouldn't stop coming to me, and then Dean and Sam found me, your angels alternately protected and threatened me, an angel's vessel exploded all over my carpet, and all the while Supernatural kept coming to me, and it was getting worse. And the story keeps coming to me, and it's still getting worse--
But I'm glad that the story keeps coming to me. You know what kind of guy I am - I'd rather know what's going on and be useless than be ignorant and able to help. And these days I am everything, anything but ignorant. So thank you, God, for that. For this.
Your Prophet,
Chuck
( tm)
We haven't exactly had a lot of opportunity to talk, have we? I mean, the first time I got a headache followed by dreams of character back story - that was when, 03? 04? And I've never actually heard from You. There's a lot of things I'd like to ask You ('why me?' for starters), but that can wait. I have something to say.
Thank You.
I bet You weren't expecting that, huh? Well, You probably were, but that's not the point. The point is - who would expect me to be grateful? I used to write short stories for a scifi magazine, before Supernatural. It didn't pay great, but I got by. Once I started having visions, life as I knew it fell apart. The drinking destroyed my social life, the books isolated me from my family. The only people who wanted to talk to me were my publisher and my fans. But I was still making a living. Writers can be hermits, so it kind of worked.
And then my publisher went bankrupt, and Supernatural wouldn't stop coming to me, and then Dean and Sam found me, your angels alternately protected and threatened me, an angel's vessel exploded all over my carpet, and all the while Supernatural kept coming to me, and it was getting worse. And the story keeps coming to me, and it's still getting worse--
But I'm glad that the story keeps coming to me. You know what kind of guy I am - I'd rather know what's going on and be useless than be ignorant and able to help. And these days I am everything, anything but ignorant. So thank you, God, for that. For this.
Your Prophet,
Chuck
( tm)