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.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  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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