A writer’s life

Jer, Laura, Ezra, baby Avi
I love the writer’s life, though it is solitary and isolated. So much of the work resides in my head, and my soul, and until it’s on paper, I’m alone. But it’s the process of getting it from my mind, down through my fingers, onto the page that is fun. Okay, it’s also frustrating, but when it all comes together…. sue-weet.

A funny thing happened to me last night at the gym. I’m in the sports cardio class, running around the workout room when I get this great line for a scene I’d written earlier. “Need paper. Need pencil.” I just run out the door and up to the front desk. Sweating. Panting. “Need paper. Need pencil.”

Never know when a good idea is gonna strike. Came home and added my thoughts to the scene.

We put up our new Christmas tree. A faux fur. I just couldn’t deal with stringing lights this year, so we caved and went with store bought. Apparently, we chose the popular tree ’cause Home Depot sold out and I talked them into selling me the display. There were two more people wanting the same tree. Glad we got there when we did. I love the Christmas season. It’s so beautiful.

Well, better get to work. Sorry I don’t have more to say. Well, I do, but I’m not sure I want to bleed all over my blog. Ha!

This I know – God is good, great in kindess and mercy. He will see to what concerns me.