Some 5 years ago I decided I was going to write a book called Poverty, but never got around to it. I only remembered this after cleaning off an old computer hard drive and finding some of my old writings. The book was to be about more than just fiscal poverty, but also about all of the comorbidities of poverty: poverty of opportunity, of hope, of knowledge, connectedness, and ultimately the poverty of spirit that I have known intimately and seen. I’ve since re-envisioned the book…it’ll be called So Many Warm Smiles: Or an awakening to joy from the torpor of poverty.
I am 30 now, and fear I won’t get around to writing the great American novel if I don’t start making a more concerted effort. It was to be a novel of vignettes anyway, so instead I will write it as a series of blog posts, out of order, and desperately in need of plot. I am sure that this idea is not original, but if Ecclesiastes is to be an example, what is?