It’s a sunny Sunday afternoon and I’m listening to the sweet sound of laughter from my granddaughter and her new friend coming from downstairs. Next to me on the sofa in the den (also known as, according to one of our favourite television shows, Escape to the Country, the snug), the Yorkies are sound asleep. Gerry is out hiking.
I’m taking a break from kitchen work where I’ve chopped just-picked carrots, onions, and celery for minestrone soup I’m going to make in the Instant Pot for supper. A boule of bread dough is rising next to the stove.
My mind is full of inspiration gleaned at the InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship Fall Conference I attended virtually this weekend. I’m trying to figure out what comes next in terms of my writing. Do I want to tackle another big project? Focus on the kind of tight writing poetry demands? (I’m dabbling with it in my Day One Journal and having a grand time.) Continue with the kind of posts I’ve been putting up here lately? Go deeper? Take a break? Branch out? Stick with blogging? Quit blogging? Get serious? Relax?
It’s one of those thoughtful-but-scattered afternoons when I’m unlikely to resolve anything. Maybe I’ll just pick up my book, put my feet up for a while, and think about it tomorrow.