I hope nobody who comments here is thinking I am criticizing their blog. Not everybody HAS to do a certain kind of blog, and there's nothing wrong with Victorian if you really do like it. (And Wayside Wanderer, I found your blog because Marbel suggested it as a "beautiful blog." :) And not everybody has the time to edit HTML (or has a teenage daughter that you can ask to do it for you) I'm probably over thinking as my son always accuses me of doing. (He over thinks too!)
I guess my lament is like Mrs. Darling said in the comments and in writing this is really true too. There are SKADS of Christian writers out there, but all the books seem to kind of follow the same theme (Historic Christian probably romance in there too type.) and they are pretty shallow. Christian music? Same thing. Why?
Are we stretching ourselves? Has our God gotten smaller? Are we more comfortable with predictability and things that go a little different scare us?
I don't know. I just wonder about these things. I hope I haven't made anybody feel bad. It's more my own personal lament than directed toward any certain person... It's my own thing, I'm sure.
But isn't it weird? On one hand the wishy washy thing, the "anything is art" thing and on the other all the predictable Hallmark card-y stuff? I can't solve it. I'm not really an artist, maybe that's the thing. I feel like if I call myself an artist there's some sort of responsibility that goes with it and frankly I don't think I fill it. Maybe I'll call myself a decorator.
And now that I've completely made NO SENSE I'll go clean the kitchen and do something predictable.