Monday, November 26, 2018

Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.

Ernest Hemingway

Unexpected, and distressing (to me) news last evening, and I am . . . something. I’m not really sure what.

What I know for sure, is that I’ll spend some time with my Moleskin notebook this morning and sort it out.

Then, back to my manuscript with scissors and highlighters and a favourite pen, continuing the work of cutting it apart and piecing it back together. It’s a time-consuming, necessary, and satisfying part of the process.

Also, I wish it would snow.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Coming Summer 2020: The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved.
  1. I am sorry about your distressing news, Linda

    1. Thank you, Sister. All is well.

  2. Sometimes when a blog post comes out all bright and shiny, behind the scenes I’m dealing with something horrible. (I pre-date posts, life goes on.)

    I hope the problem will be resolved soon, Linda.

    1. Absolutely right, Marian. Sometimes, behind the scenes looks very little like what’s in front of the curtain. And yes, life goes on. Thank you for your comment. All is well.

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