The Course of a Day
It’s a little after eleven, and as the day is winding down, I look back and think, “crap—this has been a busy day.”
This morning I watched SILVERADO for no other reason than that a friend suggested it. That, and it’s written by Lawrence Kasdan. And the verdict—eh, not too bad. THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY it ain’t, but I’m not exactly an avid western fan, probably because I just haven’t seen that many.
My wife and I spent a significant amount of time at a teacher store, where we found loads of wonderful material, but unfortunately, none of it was free.
Got back home after twelve. Wife went to see an ailing friend, husband stayed home and finished the taxes, called his brother and his mom, and still got some creative writing done in the process.
I am 400 pages into State of Fear, which I read as I pedaled eight miles on the recumbent bike.
Chilled with lovely wife after she returned home, and she is now resting comfortably in bed. I’m currently trying to hammer out a second draft of a story you can read here, as well as a couple longer posts that, maybe, hopefully, will find their way someplace else as well.
Tomorrow we will learn the fate of the Easter production. We need 22 speaking parts, and as of last Sunday, there just weren’t enough volunteers. Last count was twelve. I just don’t get it—you don’t have to sing, and so long as you’re not Peter, Jesus or John, you won’t have that many lines. So what’s the big deal? I suppose the music pastor summed it up when he told me, “People just aren’t giving right now.”
So, we’ll see. I remain optimistic, and in much better spirits than I was the other day when I typed out the previous post. It never feels good to get beaten and shaped and molded. And I’m still undergoing the process, I think I’ve just more or less accepted the fact that it’s happening.
This morning I watched SILVERADO for no other reason than that a friend suggested it. That, and it’s written by Lawrence Kasdan. And the verdict—eh, not too bad. THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY it ain’t, but I’m not exactly an avid western fan, probably because I just haven’t seen that many.
My wife and I spent a significant amount of time at a teacher store, where we found loads of wonderful material, but unfortunately, none of it was free.
Got back home after twelve. Wife went to see an ailing friend, husband stayed home and finished the taxes, called his brother and his mom, and still got some creative writing done in the process.
I am 400 pages into State of Fear, which I read as I pedaled eight miles on the recumbent bike.
Chilled with lovely wife after she returned home, and she is now resting comfortably in bed. I’m currently trying to hammer out a second draft of a story you can read here, as well as a couple longer posts that, maybe, hopefully, will find their way someplace else as well.
Tomorrow we will learn the fate of the Easter production. We need 22 speaking parts, and as of last Sunday, there just weren’t enough volunteers. Last count was twelve. I just don’t get it—you don’t have to sing, and so long as you’re not Peter, Jesus or John, you won’t have that many lines. So what’s the big deal? I suppose the music pastor summed it up when he told me, “People just aren’t giving right now.”
So, we’ll see. I remain optimistic, and in much better spirits than I was the other day when I typed out the previous post. It never feels good to get beaten and shaped and molded. And I’m still undergoing the process, I think I’ve just more or less accepted the fact that it’s happening.
posted by TAJ at
11:47 PM
