Okay, so it’s true. I have no clue what I’ll do with my Tuesday and Wednesday evenings beginning next week. I suppose I could read a book or go for a walk in the lovely spring weather. But tonight and tomorrow, I shall be glued to the TV for the American Idol finale. No doubt about it. While everyone seems pretty sure Bo has it in the bag, there is always the possibility of a surprise Carrie win. Hey, it could happen! With two such likable, talented young people, there really can’t be a loser. (Oh my. I sound like Paula!)
Actually, I do have a life apart from watching and talking about American Idol. Saturday our women’s ministry at the Vineyard put on a women’s workshop. My favorite session, oddly enough (see title of blog entry), was called "Get a Life!" It was about living in the context of the Word and seeing how foundational boundaries of Love, Truth, Time, and Purpose provides a framework for our lives. The speaker packed a lot of info into 50 minutes, but announced that this would be a seven week course in the fall, probably on Wednesday nights. If so, I just might be able to go.
Sunday, I babysat my three and one year old granddaughters while their parents and 12 year old brother went to see the new Star Wars flick. (They said it was "intense" but they didn’t rave about it. I’ll wait for video. I’m hearing it isn’t great.) Then I sat down and did some advance scheduling for the next several years of writing. After The Victory Club put me so far behind, it’s been hard to figure out how I will ever catch up. The plain hard truth is, I will never catch up, so I need to adjust my thinking. Sigh…
Yesterday, I returned my focus to the first in my two-book historical series for Tyndale. I love my early chapters and my hero and heroine. Am now waiting for inspiration to just overflow onto the keyboard. Yeah, right. No, I am pounding away, one word, one sentence, one paragraph, one page at a time. As the saying goes, "Writing is one-third inspiration and two-thirds perspiration!"
One of my New Year Resolutions for 2005 was to read one "classic" novel. I never mentioned here which one I chose — To Kill A Mockingbird. I’ve had a number of interruptions since I started it, stopping to read an advance copy of a book for endorsement and to judge contest entries so I’m only about a third done. It has been so many years since I read it, I barely remember the story, and I’m enjoying it a great deal. I just added the movie (starring Gregory Peck) to my queue at Netflix so I can watch it when I’m done with the book. I haven’t seen the movie in maybe twenty years.
Well, off to work. After all, I do have a life.