For decades I flirted with the idea of becoming a college professor. Early on I got an MA in English, and figured one day I would do the PhD, but one thing after another interferred. I’ve loved being a pastor, but I have an aversion to leaving big things like that unfinished. I was thinking seriously of finishing that course of study up until 8 years ago. But deep in me, I think I knew that wasn’t really for me. The field had changed so much since when I was in college. Finally, I realized that what I wanted was NOT to be a professor who talked about literature. What I wanted more than that was to write literature myself. Once I invested myself in writing, well, I felt like I was lucky to find my true path. But it had taken me an awful long time to bury the body of that old obsolete dream. This kind of thing happens to lots and lots of people.